Going Out.

[Lillith Veniziano]

With a small yawn, the woman sits up in her bed..brushing back locks of midnight from her face. Violet eyes open and take in her surroundings, and a smile pulls at the corner of full, red lips. Without much more, Lillth hops from her bed, stretching languidly in the moonlight that illuminates her nude form with a light that brings out its natural beauty. Midnight has arrived...her time to be alive..her time to walk the land and see what pleasures she can reap from it tonight.

Perhaps the most striking feature of the woman is that she is mostly like most others...save for the large, crimson wings that lie upon her back, folded neatly and gently against her back. The claws upon the tips are a few inches above her head. There is also a long, prehensile tail, swaying behind her to its own music...the limb tipped with what seems to be a small heart.

With a smile, she walks to the window..covered by lush velvet drapes, and looks out over the moonlit landscape. ..What shall she find out there tonight? What toys will she discover to play with? ...The possibilities are endless. With a small laugh, she moves from the window and over to her wardrobe closet; a large wooden construct of the sturdiest oak, stained to a deep almond color and carved with intricate designs of ivy leaves. Opening the double doors, she lifts a slender hand to her chin, eyes flitting over her selection of clothing for tonight's outfit. Deep violet eyes puruse her choices..and she finally settles for a gown she wears almost constantly..

It's a gown of blood red...tight-fitting and very form-revealing. ...She slips it on like a glove..her slender figure seeming almost to meld into it. She grins as she steps away from her closet, and over to the mirror..standing before it to admire herself for a few moments. The dress is certainly fitting for her...the slit up the right side going clean to her hip, and leaving little to the imagination. The low neck reveals a generous amount of ample cleavage, and the absence of a back shows almost too much for decency. It stops at the area just below her tail.

With a smile, she turns from one side to the other, grinning to herself. "Oooh, Lill...you certainly are a devil in a red dress.", she thinks to herself, giving a small giggle. After admiring herself in the mirror, she moves again to her closet, and picks out a pair of matching high heels...red, of course. ...Putting those on, she slips on the last part to go with her outfit: a black lace garter. She slides it up along the slender leg revealed by the gown's slit, and finally stands....stopping one last moment to admire herself in the mirror, before she grins and makes her way to the door. ....Time to go out tonight and have some fun.....

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Oh boy. Finally I can apply a succumbus somewhere!

IC; THe devil flew out of her window, Unaware that she was being watched. THe watcher was a naked woman, with leathery purple wings and a long tail. Up colse you can see that her face is perverted a little by evil, but only a little. NO expression can cross her face. She makes no notice or semblance of modesty. Succumbi have no concept of such. Her Magic was strong, as was with all of her kind. Fresh from the very bowells of Hell, This succumbus sences her new master and flies behind in quiet persuit to the night.

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque was the only one of it's kind left. All the rest had been killed in the demon wars. It was the most powerful of all male demons. It walked through the forest and saw a Succubus and another female demon, which he did not know fly over head. He spread his enormous wings and lifted himself into the air. All 24 feet of him flew out to meet the woman. "Greetings! I am the Tarasque, last of the Incubus", it boomed out to the woman."May, I ask who and what you are and what you are doing?" he asked.

Description:
Name: Tarasque, last of the Incubi(male demons of a powerful kind)
Description: 8 feet tall. Thousands of years old. Most powerful(not king) of the male demons. looks 22, can transform himself into a 24 foot tall, tan, overmuscled, and not slightly attractive monster. This dude carries around a 10 foot sword and enormous shield. In addition, he is a powerful demon-mage.
History: Is one of the few remaining heroes from the Demon war. Is exceptionally powerful in Ugly mode(Known as Body of Darkness).

 

[Cryo]

The succumbus took a defencive position infront of the devil, who was suprised to see the succumbus. The taresque tried to show semplence of peace and even tried a conversio spell to make her his servent, but the succumbus was too powerfull for even his magic. Her own magic on the ready, she awated her master's orders or a hostil act from the taresque.

 

[Morgoth]

"And what your Succubus is doing?" he continued.

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

The winged one rubs her chin lightly, wondering at these two new arrivals. ..Seems on her first night out, she's already popular. Good. With a grin, she simply watches the Tarrasque and the other succubus, and turns, her slender figure fading off into the night. She'll let the two give chase for a while, while she figures out what she wants to do with the two of them.

 

[Morgoth]

"A word of advice, never turn your back on an unanswered demon", he told her. As she turned around, he threw a fireball and then extinguished it millimeters from her face."That's why", he said.

 

[Cryo]

The succumbus without hesitation sent a prismatic spray (Very Powerful Lightning spell) at the demon. The 8 multicolored bolts struck him in the chest befor he could flinch.

 

[ranajja]

In a small smoky room in a small, but crowded bar, Callai frowned, concentrating. Standing sideways, right hand several inches from her nose, she concentrated solely on the small red center of the bull's eye. Smoothly she flicked her wrist, sending the small dart flying unerringly into the heart of the bull's eye. Her teammates whooped, clapping each other on the back. One more bull and the game was theirs.

Her eyes darted to the scoreboard, noting the other team had closed everything but 18. Should she go for points, or end the game? Smiling, she decided on the latter, and positioned herself to throw her last dart. It was nice being the only female on an otherwise all-male dart team, she thought, your opponents underestimate you, and your teammates buy all your drinks.

A disturbance in the air, like oil creeping across water, snagged her attention. Distracted, she sent the dart flying up and to the right.

Cursing under her breath, Callai walked to the dartboard and retrieved her darts. Her team captain was happy with her throw, laughing as he added 18 points to their score. "What'll it be, Red?" as he motioned to the bartender.

"A Guinness, please." Taking the bottle and smiling her thanks, she excused herself, heading for the ladies' room. Glancing over her shoulder, she instead slipped past the stock room and out the back door.

Once outside, she felt it again, a caustic crackling, could almost smell sulfur. Taking a long pull of the dark, bitter brew, she warily looked out into the starry midnight sky.

Damn, she thought, there are demons about, and dirty work afoot...

 

[Always]

Araushnee

As this magnificent tanar'ri in my true form, that of an incredibly beautiful drow female, I stroke a hand slong my whip and teleport myself to the demonic battle. I pull out a magic dead diamond and hold it up, destroying all spells. (No magic can get past this). "Just what is going on here?" I demand.

 

[Cryo]

The succumbus, defending her master, noticed that her spells were inactive. Being very singleminded, she began attacking the demon with her claws.


OOC; no mater how powerfull you are, Succumbi are not peons or harpies. they contain much power, physically as well as magically.

 

[Morgoth]

"Foolish Succumbi, never underestimate me", he roared, mutating himself into his power form. "Well, do you wish to fight this, instead of my other body?" he asked. "Welcome, new demon, I am the Tarasque, only surviving hero of the Demon Wars", he said gently, turning his attention to the new demon. Then, facing the Succumbi, he pulled out a 15 foot sword."All I wanted was the lady's name, but no, Miss Demon here wants to fight me!" he screamed.

 

[Cryo]

Singe minded. Single minded. Succumbi can't contemplate quantum physics, THey can't read nore have the state of mind to learn so. Succumbi only know who their masters are, who their allies are, who their enemies are, and that they sould attack their enemies untill she or her enemies dies, or untill her master tells her not to. Words have no meaning to succumbi, and they cannot be thretened. so while you were wasting time pulling out your blade, showing it off and saying a few meaningless words, the succumbus ripped a few holes into your torso with her claws.

Also, I was not underestimating you, but making sure you didn't understate her strength and abilities.

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

With a small sigh, she barely flinches as the fireball erupts before her face, turning to look at the demon who threw it. Another inward sigh as the battle ensues about her. ....Damned infidels..always out to ruin her night. With a smirk, she lifts a gloved hand, and snaps her fingers, soundlessly...fading away into a mist scented with pheromones and lavender. ...She's off to a place unknwon, until the foolery can die down.

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She reappears within the walls of her bungalow...hidden somewhere within the embrace of a secluded valley. Pulling off her gloves, she tosses them on her bed with an irritated sigh. ..Seems like her plans were ruined, this night. Some demons...how they so brainlessly attack those who are thier superior. ...How dare that one pull his sword upon the Dark Mistress herself. ..She'll not bother herself with the simpleton, however. She has other things she wishes to worry about....and right now, seeing as her night was so effectively brought to a close, before it could even start...she decides that a long, hot bath is in definite order.

Stripping herself of her vestments, she steps into her bathing room...leaning down a moment to start herself a bath. She gets in without waiting for it to fill..preferring instead to let the water fill around her. With a small sigh, she leans back and rests against the back of the tub, as the steaming waters begin to lap and caress at her smooth, tanned skin. Locks of raven midnight fall to caress her shoulders, and partially obscure the view of her full breasts. With a sigh, she thinks no more of the silly battle she nearly got involved in...and simply concentrates now on relaxing. She won't let an incident like that ruin her night. Maybe tomorrow night she'll head out again to see if she can give it another try. Hopefully, her plans won't be ruined by an infidel with a problem with violence.

Resting her head back, she closes her eyes..a small smile coming to pull at her full lips as the hot waters begin to surround her body. True to her nature, she likes her baths so hot they'd scald any normal person. To her, though..it feels just right. As the thoughts of that would-be battle fade from her mind, she begins to slip into a light doze...lulled by the caress of the hot water around her. When the bath is filled to her liking, a delicate foot lifts from the water...a long, slender leg revealed from beneath the surface of the water....and twists the knob which thus shuts off the water's flow. Letting her leg slip back down into the bath, she gives a long, relaxed sigh..and settles back..eyes closed and a hint of a smile on her face.

You can ruin her night, and maybe ruin her mood..but Lillith never stays down for long. As for those others...well..maybe when they've calmed themselves and are no longer acting childish..she can show them the benefits of keeping the Dark Mistress on her good side.

For the moment, though...she simply chooses to relax and savor what's left of her night. As she lightly dozes..the tip of her tail drapes over the side of the tub, lazily twitching back and forth...

 

[Cryo]

The Succumbus sences her master teleport to another place, and imedietly flies in that direction, totally abandoning her battle.

 

[ranajja]

Callai “listened” intently---a succubus, she thought, lips curling with a feeling like a bad taste in the
mouth, and something....else....something very, very big.........

<A Tarasque>...whispered the other in her mind. Callai felt the familiar tingling, the crawling of her
skin....<let me out, let me do battle with this one, the last one, let me eradicate his kind from this earth
once and for alllllll......>

With great effort, Callai keeps control, and again warily watches the midnight sky......

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque watched the Sucubus fly away. He mended the holes that it had torn in him and noticed the human standing on the ground. He disengaged his power form and flew down to the human."Hello, how are you?" he asked casting counterspells everywhere. Then he casted a few transmutation spells.

 

[Cryo]

The succumbus mage it's way to her master's bedchamber window, where it perched, making no sound. her back was to her master, as she expected the danger to come from outside.

 

[ranajja]

Callai watched as it descended. The...<tarasque> whispered the other...seemed to be changing as it
neared, shrinking. Okay, she thought, now it looks young, male, almost human...almost. “In all of our
time together,” she said under her breath, “you’ve never told me about one of these.”

The tarasque landed with a flourish and said, “How are you?”

Callai allowed herself a small smile. So, she thought, it’s to be a gentleman’s game, is it? Fine.

“I am well....sir demon,” she said, with a small nod. Her eyes never left his, watching every move.....

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

Even as she dozes in her bath, the Dark Mistress knows there is someone near. She can sense her presence..just as she can the presence of any other who wanders too close to her bungalow. The building itself seems fit for a king....or a Queen, in any event. It's a large mansion, actually...built mostly of granite stonework and wooden craftsmanship. It is impressive, to say the least..and certainly large enough to fit a small army....even though the only one who dwells within it Lillith herself.

She is alerted to the presence of the one who waits outside...and simply smiles. The window her visitor is leaning against swings open....an invitation, perhaps? ...It would seem this building will only let in those whom Lillith herself wishes to admit inside.

 

[Morgoth]

"That is good, My Lady. Would you like to see something? Nice, I may add", he said, smiling and looking up and down at her.

 

[Cryo]

The succumbus continued to perch on the windowsil, staring outwards. She simply exists to serve her master, with as much effort, will, or power as her advanced form can muster.

 

[ranajja]

Callai watched this demon, this tarasque, as he completed his transformation.

"Would you like to see something?" he asked.

Callai almost laughed aloud. How many times had she heard that line before?

<He cannot harm thee in his present form, not while I am with thee,> whispered the other, <but do not underestimate him.>

Acknowledged, she thought. To the tarasque, Callai gave a small nod. "Thank'ee, no. And good night." Callai stepped backward into the shadows....and disappeared.


"Oh, I hate when that happens," Callai muttered, a hand to her head. Teleporting almost always left her feeling disoriented and a little hung over. "Give me a little warning next time, please."

<My apologies, little one> came the reply.

Opening one eye, Callai looked around. It was a dark, but not unpleasant landscape, with a castle in the distance. Sniffing, Callai detected the distinct smell of....lavender.....

The tingling, crawling of skin, a sharp pain, then suddenly the process was complete. Where Callai had stood was a golden being, tall and radiant. White blonde hair against golden skin, flashing eyes, a generous mouth. Between broad muscled shoulders were a pair of large translucent wings. In another plane, he may have been called an angel.

His true name was as old as mankind, but now known only to a few. The name he now wore had been chosen to honor his host. Callain looked around and knew exactly where he was. He had not intended to come here, but had simply wanted to remove his host from the presence of the tarasque. He had been drawn here.

Callain, too, sniffed the air. There it was, the scent, lavender, bitter and sweet...

His eyes darkened--he knew that scent, and the memories evoked were equally bitter and sweet. He clenched his fists, remembering the feel of long dark silken locks, remembering the laughing violet eyes..the dark betrayal.....

"Lillith," he snarled.....

 

[Lillith Veniziano]

She sits within that hot bath even still, eyes closed as she takes in the heated caress of the waters about her. Her tail, draped over the side of the tub beside her, twitches lazily back and forth. Her hand lightly rests upon her firm, toned belly...the other resting upon the other side of the tub. She's nearly sleeping..dozing is more the word for it. She's not too overly concerned...feeling the presence of another succubus nearby.......and then her eyes flick open, slowly. A presence...strong, and vaguely familiar. ...Someone she knows...but who? .....The holy aura is bitter and stagnant to her...like a bad taste in her mouth. She takes in a short breath...realizing that for once, she's not going to be able to fly away from this one.

She sits up, slowly...taking a more relaxed posture as she idly twitches her finger. The window that once stood open now closes...the invitation unheeded, now has been retracted. The windows and doors and gates of the castle suddenly shut themselves, all at once...anyone trying to get inside will pretty much never make it in, unless Lillith herself wishes it. But...for one certain angelic figure, the invitation remains. As for the succubus who waits outside...she'll be let in when Lillith decides it...but for now, the Dark Lady plans on taking care of this herself. So..she leans back in her tub, sitting up straight, and waits for his arrival...her whispering voice clearly heard..but only by the one whose name matches that which she calls.

"......Callain...."