Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

An affronted scowl crossed Simone's features as Mirchell blurted her bored status to the angel walking beside her, and her following words did nothing to erase or even ease that expression from the finely sculpted features of the winged blond cyclops. "Grim? I am not being grim... I am being practical. Avoiding the desire to strangle you can be considered friendly to a demon, can it not?" she replied sardonically, obviously trying and failing to lessen the bite in her tone.

"But... If you would insist on conversation while we travel, I suppose that I can humor you," she continued coolly, her anger vanishing instantly as she turned to glance at the ashen-skinned demoness. "Why do you insist on this... Gesture? These efforts at socialization? Admittedly I travel with you regardless of your will, a fact that I had thought you would resent. I cannot help but think you are fishing for a weakness, something to exploit to get the upper hand on me. But... After.... Uhm... Last night it seems odd that you would bother, given the opportunity that you had already been presented with."

Simone had grown sheepish for a moment as she mentioned their tryst, but her confrontational front quickly returned as she continued; "Your stated goal of returning where you belong is one that I agree with, and you haven't done anything in front of me that leads me to believe that you ought to be killed. Those are the only real reasons that keep me from going to blows with you for your race alone, regardless of my... Prior indiscretions. Why do you make efforts to be friendly with me, knowing that?" Though she was still slightly aggressive, Simone's tone became a bit more curious as she reached her final question.

 

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The powerfully built demoness gave a little laugh, her glowing eyes flitting left and right briefly as she strode along the beaten path alongside her companion. It was such fun to coax these responses out of the angel, at least to her, and it was something which would keep her from getting too bored while they trecked. It was necessary, she had found.

"I suppose you are right. I should be so glad that you are withholding your desire to throttle me~ After all, it is such fitting behavior for an angel, and not something one would expect of a demon at all, no?" she began, a sly smirk spreading across the albino's lips as she gazed down upon the shorter blonde.

Mirchell did not leave much room for Simone to snap in return, continuing with her speech with a jaunty tone to her voice. "My gestures are my own, I would like to think, and the reasons behind them even more so~ But if you will humour me, I suppose I will do the same in turn. 'tis only fair, mhm~ I rather enjoyed last night, it was a pleasant experience to sample a soul so fine, and I would ever so love to continue sharing such experiences, would you not~? But besides that, I find it amusing that you think I would let you travel with me, if I did not desire it." she continued on coolly in return, turning her glowing gaze upon the blue-eyed angel, and flashing a sly wink.

As opposed to Simone though, Mirchell evidently had no qualms at all concerning their little tryst, but that was to be expected of a demon, after all. Her hands shifted, reaching behind her back, to start pulling her chestplate back into place, looping the straps around one another, fiddling about with surprising dexterity to tie them in place. A makeshift solution at best, but it should stop the damn thing from rattling about and chafing her shoulders until some proper repairs could be made.

It was only once she had done so, giving the demoness time to think, that she continued speaking. "I wish to return to my world, yes. But not for particularly long, mhm? Just long enough to go and pay my... Respects, to my dear father, and then I start looking for a way to return here~ Unless something else catches my attention back 'home'. Though I suppose I am unwelcome there as well, being banished and all. Hmm. Quite a pickle I find myself in. And as for you? I wish to be friendly with you, my dear Simone, because I believe the aid of you and your kin could work well with my goal. If I can find a way back into Hell, would you not wish to help me in slaying one of the demon lords who pushes and pushes and pushes, endlessly driving for war on your world? Is that not a goal your kith and kin would appreciate and back?" the demoness continued on, flexing her fingers now, and reaching down to rest her left hand upon the handle of her sword, idly fingering the darksteel hilt.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

Mirchell's answers quickly turned Simone's frown into an outright scowl, particularly when she suggested that she only permitted the angel's presence rather than the other way around. An angry retort was obviously on the one-eyed blonde's lips, but for some reason she held it back, briefly lapsing into a moody silence while her lone eye shifted between the disguised demon and the road upon which they traveled. That would give Mirchell ample opportunity to reveal a portion of her true purpose in returning to Hell, at least, but to her supposition at the angels desiring vengeance against the demons for their crimes against Donevrion the other woman balked.

"You mistake our purpose in keeping your kin from these lands," Simone replied in a tone midway between cool and frigid, "if we desired vengeance, we would take it. Indeed, if we believed that taking the battle to Hell would be effective in stimying your incursions into this world, we would have done so by now. Before, your god prevented us, and now your god is dead and your kindred lack the resources to come here in enough numbers to be anything more than a nuisance, especially compared to other problems that have come up."

There was a degree of smugness to Simone's statements around that point, but it began to fade as she continued; "You are not our only problem, nor the only threat that hounded Donevrion that only we and a few others have stood against. At this point, mostly... We feel pity for your kind, who are trapped in the vile cycle that your mad lieges have forced you into. But... You are not our responsibility. I will help you return to Hell, in the interests of keeping you out of trouble, but after that..." Trailing off, the angel shook her head slowly, "we shall see what happens."

From there Simone's conversation skills would prove to be largely at their limit, as her responses became increasingly short and frank. A few hours of boring, tiresome walking would follow before anything of note would happen, when the odd couple would come across a checkpoint of sorts. A trio of pilgrims, clad in ragged examples of the robes of those devoted to the Star God, were stopped in the road ahead of them by a half dozen men, four confronting them and two others remaining in the background. The six were clad in rough leathers and flak jackets, and had rifles stowed on their backs and cudgels or knives and long barreled handguns hanging at their hips. They all sported weathered features to one degree or another, but the one in the center was by far the worst, ironically sporting a black patch covering one eye like the angel at Mirchell's side.

The three beside the central figure, all taller to one degree or another than he, were snickering as the one eyed man spoke to the trio of travelers. He seemed to be gloating, and held out his hand expectantly, while Mirchell couldn't tell how or even if the three monks responded. Simone scowled darkly again at the scene, an all too common expression on her traveling companion's face it seemed, but also slowed her steps towards the group for some reason.

 

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Mirchell tilted her head to the side, but now, as Simone spoke, it was the demon's turn to scowl. Her features started to twist, ashen brow furrowing, and her jaw tightened as the angel described demons as little more than pests. That in and of itself did not concern her, as it was often a view Mirchell shared herself. No, what irked the albino was when Simone stated she pitied the demons.

That drew a small snarl from Mirchell's lips, and the disguised demoness shook her head in disgust. "Pity? There is nothing to pity. The demons who remain in hell choose their path, and those that founded that city down the way are free. They have no need, nor desire, for pity, Simone. But rest assured, I have no intention of remaining in Hell. There is nothing for me there once my father is dead. Things here..." the demoness paused, letting a grin spread afresh across her ashen features. "Are much more lively. Much more interesting. And having been here for so many years, well... It feels more like home than Hell ever did. Perhaps I could even find a purpose in this place once my vengeance is complete~" she cooed in a softer tone, her glowing, crimson eyes lighting up with amusement as she examined the concept within her mind.

As much as the demon attempted to fight her boredom by engaging Simone in conversation after that, however, it seemed impossible. The angel was clearly having none of it, and after a while, the albino too lapsed into a brooding silence, occasionally muttering to herself, and flexing her shoulders and hands.

The boredom was becoming painful now, and Mirchell was relieved when figures finally appeared before them, at the makeshift checkpoint in the road. Her head tilted to the side, her mucky white hair tumbling down over her right ear as she studied the goings on before them, and a small smirk started to play across her face as she noticed what was going on. A hold-up. Finally, some excitement!

It was all the demoness could do to stop herself from leaping in, though her hand did trail up to the sword slung over her shoulder, too large to wield at the hip as a human. Instead, Mirchell glanced down, her crimson eyes wandering over Simone's tense features, and that grin just broadened, revealing the sharp teeth hidden beneath. "Such wonderful creatures these humans are, mhm? Preying on one another even in such troubled times as these~? Bandits? Highwaymen? What is it you would prefer to call them? Meat perhaps?" the albino cooed, scarcely a couple of inches from Simone's ear to make herself sound all the more enticing, even as the pair slowed, almost stopping in the road.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

Mirchell's snarl and scowl at Simone's comment seemed to please the angel slightly, as she adopted a brief grin, but when she spoke of finding a purpose on Donevrion once her vengeance was complete that expression would gradually fade. Her words would inspire no further comment from the angel, however, who would opt to pass the next while in a boring silence while they walked side by side.

When they came upon the bandits and the pilgrims, Simone's frown would only deepen as Mirchell whispered into her ear. The blond cyclops would glance warningly towards the disguised demoness for a moment before turning straight again, by which point the bandit in back had noticed them and had spoken up. The others looked up towards the demoness and angel, looking unsure of themselves, but when one of the pilgrims tried to slip by in their moment of distraction one of the bandits shoved them down.

"This isn't our problem," Simone said quietly, perhaps surprisingly, but not loudly enough for the bandits to hear. How Mirchell wanted to handle the situation was entirely up to her, however, as Simone wouldn't actually stop her from intervening. The bandits looked very uncertain, almost frightened, especially by the sight of her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, but they might stand and fight anyway.

 

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The albino demoness was content to wait for a few moments, as Simone weighed up the situation, her glowing, crimson eyes watching the various humans, and as one of the bandits tried to sneak off, only to be shoved back down to the ground, she snorted in amusement, nostrils flaring, while she flexed her fingers along the hilt of her sword.

She was not oblivious as to how nervous the bandits seemed, however. And that made her think, though as Simone spoke back towards her, the demoness blinked a few times. She had been getting excited, enjoying the prospect of laying into them, most likely just peasant-folk whom had lost their homes and turned to the road for resources. And now Simone said it was not their problem?

Mirchell looked back down once more, gazing incredulously at her angelic companion for a few moments, hand never leaving her sword, as she spoke back, keeping a low tone of voice. "Really? I thought you would want to help them, Simone~ After all, you jumped in against the alien scum which burnt that farm, and they numbered more than a few paltry, poorly-equipped brigands, no?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nevertheless, Mirchell shrugged, rolling her shoulders as she relaxed her grip upon her sword. "Besides, humans have some sort of reverence for your kind, no? Perhaps if I were to show them what I am, put on a bit of a spectacle by your side, they would wet themselves and run off~ Wouldn't that be so much fun~? But fine. If you wish to just leave the poor travelers to their fate, lead on~ I shall follow, dear Simone~" the demoness continued, even going so far as to flutter her eyelashes, and swing her hips out to the side to bump against the cyclopian blonde's.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

Simone's expression twisted further into her discontented frown at Mirchell's teasing, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as tension steadily built across her form. "The Invaders aren't mortal," she said stoically, "these men are, regardless of their... Character." Despite what she'd said, the angel slowed to a stop as Mirchell relaxed her grip on the hilt of her blade, such that she barely budged at the playful hip check. It was obvious that Simone was in a state of indecision, hovering between one choice and another, but after a moment her gaze flitted back to the bandits and the monks, one of the former kicking the one of the latter who had tried to flee.

"Do it," she said simply, "but only scare them! When they rout, let them go." The bandits were still too far away to hear, but despite her apparent lack of surety Simone seemed resolute in her allowance.

 

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Mirchell giggled mildly to herself, the faintly glowing iris' of her tainted eyes swiveling around to focus her gaze upon Simone as the angel tensed up. Evidently, she found this conundrum one of amusement, and was not shy about showing it. "Whom cares if they are mortal are not? They are flesh and blood, and preying upon the weak all the same." the albino demoness cooed out softly, taking the opportunity to inspect her fingernails as she teased the indecisive blonde alongside her.

However, when Simone finally gave her permission, Mirchell gave a joyous grin, baring her sharpened canines with a wicked flash. "Of course, let them flee~" she cooed, even as she turned back to the bandits, and began to advance. As she did so, the demoness allowed her disguise to fall off. She started to grow, her body gaining another half-foot in height as she got closer and closer, armoured sabatons stomping in the dirt. The skin at her forehead began to split, ashen flesh revealing bone beneath, as her horns grew, twisting themselves forwards, and then upwards, forming many 'segments', ending in sharpened, spear-like points.

From behind her broad hips and curvaceous rear, the slender, black tail snaked its way free, waving casually around in the air. Finally, Mirchell's wings made their appearance, bone frame rising through the specially-cut gaps in the leather backing to the demon's breastplate, before unfurling, showing the ebony, bat-like membrane stretched between them.

Mirchell unfurled her wings completely, the tips stretching up into the air. From tip to tip, they were approximately eight feet, and when Mirchell beat them downwards, sending a wave of dirt around her feet, she propelled herself into the air, deliberately moving to position herself in front of the sun, so that her features would darken, and cast a shadow across the bandits and pilgrims alike. This in turn just made the glow of her eyes all the more noticeable, two orbs of red upon her shadowed face.

Slowly, the albino beat her wings, keeping herself hovering in the air above her prey. How small they looked down there, even though she was only a few feet up. Casually, Mirchell let her left hand move up behind her back, where her sword rested inbetween her wings, and with an almost lazy tug, she pulled the blacksteel blade free, even as, with a click of her fingers, a ball of deep, bloody-red fel-fire sprung to life in her opposite palm. It was only now, that she was sure she had the human's attention, that Mirchell finally spoke, in a deep, yet still feminine voice, booming across the path beneath.

"And just what do you think you are doing? I advise you drop your purses and run, if you wish to avoid a rather messy incident. What cowards you are, preying upon helpless pilgrims. You are lucky my angel friend says I should not kill you on the spot... So run. Drop your coin and flee for your lives, and I will not pursue you." she stated, calmly, though with a wicked grin upon her shadowed face, as she casually swing her sword about, occasionally letting the fel-flame in her right hand lick along the length of the serrated blade.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

For once in that strange encounter, Simone's countenance would adopt a calm ferocity that Mirchell would remember from when they had fought the aliens as she teasingly suggested that the differentiation between mortal and immortal did not matter. "I do," she would reply with threatening chilliness, her tone suggesting that it was not a matter that Mirchell would gain much from teasing her about.

When she shifted form and delivered her threatening display, however, it would be impossible to say that her efforts were anything other than effective. The humans, bandits and pilgrims alike, gaped at the demoness as she took her true form, her ebony wings beating a wave of dust over them that forced the terrified onlookers to shield their eyes. That gesture was made to continue as she took to the air, beating her wings and holding a position that put the glowing sun at her back. As she drew her darksteel blade in one hand and conjured a spark of hellfire in the other, Mirchell could see the terror in the mortal's eyes, and once her command was given there was only one possible course.

The humans broke and fled, metaphorical tails between their legs. A few coin purses fell as they fled, spilling from the hands of terrified men, but whether that was all of them or not would be hard to say. Simone, in the meantime, watched the scene unfold with one bright blue eye, her expression no longer stern or angry or unsure but simply... Unreadable. Her arms were crossed over her chest, but her face was a mask, and she offered no comment as the pilgrims ran in one direction and the bandits fled into the woods, leaving behind a half dozen small sacks of varying sizes, each no doubt containing coins of some description.

 

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Mirchell remained in the air, the powerful downbeats of her large wings causing tiny dust storms along the ground as the downdraft beat into the dirt, ruffling the clothes of the fleeing humans. She was grinning maniacally, her tainted, glowing eyes watching hungrily as purses were discarded and the creatures fled. She didn't even notice whether it was just the bandits who dropped their coin as intended, or the pilgrims as well. It hardly mattered to her, really, if they were foolish enough to not see she had come to help them after all.

Nevertheless, she extinguished the spark of felfire as they fled, making no move to chase them, though it was not until they were mere specks upon the horizon that the demoness finally made to sheath her weapon. Before doing so, however, she unbuckled her swordbelt, pulling it off from her shoulder, now that she was in her normal form, and tall enough that it could be secured to her waist instead, before the blade was slipped back in, hanging off of her right hip.

It was only now that the albino finally furled her wings, letting herself drop back down to the ground with a thud; she was hardly of inconsequential weight after all. Her armoured sabatons sent up twin plumes of dirt as the demoness straightened up, her wings folding themselves up behind her back, tail whipping around casually as she strode over towards the discarded coinpurses, to start counting. "Stop looking so glum. I saved the travellers, and the bandits gave us their coin, so we are no longer beggars. A win-win, as they say, mhm? Come, help me count instead of pouting, Simone. I harmed not a hair." she called out towards the blonde angel down the path, her horns glinting as they caught the light, as the albino turned her head to and fro, gathering up the discarded purses.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

"You can count?" the angel replied with mock incredulity, the smirk on her face revealing that it had been meant as a harmless barb. The angel loosened considerably as she approached Mirchell, her arms moving at her sides rather than crossed over her chest, and when she was beside the demoness as she picked up the coin pouches she said; "Good work."

Counting through the coin among the half dozen purses they'd acquired, they ended up with 93 coins among all the purses, most of them coming from a group of four that had been seemingly left by the bandits, each one different and no doubt belonging to a different former owner who had been made to surrender it one way or another. "We can give this back if we catch up with those.. Monks?" Simone said, seemingly unsure of what to actually call the group who had fled while holding up the smallest purse, one containing only nineteen coins.

 

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Mirchell snorted in response to the jibe, her nostrils flaring briefly, and she shook her head. The bone frames of her wings rustled briefly, flexing out behind her back, before settling back into place. "Of course I can count. But you are welcome nonetheless. Consider it a show of good faith that I did not tear into the cretins." she mused in return, squatting on her haunches.

Soon though, once she had counted all the goodies left behind, Mirchell looked up again, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as Simone spoke. Her ears, newly grown and pointed, twitched slightly, and tilted out to the sides, helping to express her amusement as a fang-revealing smirk spread across her lips.

"We could. But they scattered. Are you proposing we take a purse each and fly off to try and find one, to force a purse down his gullet? I do hope you aren't suggesting we try and return these bandit's previous spoils as well, you said yourself that we are in need of coin." the demoness added, even as she started to gather up the other purses, jingling merrily away. There was something pleasing about the jingling of coin.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

"No," Simone replied calmly, "that would be mad and coin is not so important. Besides, we have known way of knowing to whom the other purses belonged. But the monks ran in the direction that we are going, so if we happen upon them, it will not be so bad for us to return their coin." The angel's demeanor was entirely cheerful now for some reason, and with a swish that sent her blonde hair billowing she started forward down the road after the group at a more sedate pace than the fleeing monks had taken.

 

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Mirchell sneered somewhat as Simone spoke, her features curling in some form or perverted amusement. Her long ears tilted out to the sides, and she listened in regardless, even going so far as to nod in acceptance as she started to tuck a few of the coin purses into her belt, for safesake, leaving the rest to Simone to carry. "Fine, fine. That is acceptable, I suppose. We'll return the traveller's coin if we happen across them. Mhm. Still plenty for us~" the demoness mused, giving a little giggle.

Her wings rustled again as she moved up besides Simone now, towering over the blonde while in her true form. A few locks of dirty white hair had fallen over her face during her brief flight, and the scavenging in the dirt, and she pulled those back behind her ears now, with a pair of swipes from her long-fingered hands. The spade-shaped tip of her tail swished and swirled idly behind her as the pair started to make their way onwards down the road, though Mirchell was not one to remain silent for long, and had to ask; "You seem... Cheerier, Simone. Hell forbid, you are not pleased are you?" she asked with mock incredulity, eyebrows raising as she turned her tainted red gaze down to the blonde cyclops.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

"Oh I am, actually" the blond angel replied, not even glancing in the demon's direction as she continued along down the road. "You are proving much easier to keep on a leash than I'd thought," she said lightly, "I might even not need to go beyond the metaphorical variety if you keep this up~ By the way, aren't you forgetting something?" She momentarily turned, a lock of blond hair swinging in front of her single deep blue eye as she fixed Mirchell with a piercing stare, "something that will keep us out of a spot of trouble if we happen across someone else soon, hrm? Besides, if we run into further trouble, wouldn't it be fun to pull that trick again?"

 

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Mirchell could not help but to feign a swoon of sorts as Simone spoke, lifting her right hand, and placing the back of it against her forehead. The simpering effect that such a gesture might yield as the demoness swooned was somewhat marred by the fact that she was a six-and-a-half-foot demon, and she gave up soon enough, sniggering merrily to herself as she straightened up.

"Oh please. Just try and slip a leash on me, Simone, and we will see how well that goes for you, mhm? Regardless, I suppose it is a good thing that you are pleased, I would oh so hate for you to be upset with me~ Hell forbid, you might rape me! Oh, my sweet sanctuary, defiled!" she jested, laughing as she did so.

Nevertheless, she shrugged at the final suggestion, lifting her hand again to brush a few locks of the dirty-white hair back behind her long, pointed ears. "I suppose I should. You make a fair point... That was fun." the albino continued on, her smirk revealing those sharpened, pointed teeth.

To make good on her words, Mirchell began to transform once again, shifting her body about to start resuming her human disguise. It only took a few moments; her horns, wings and tail all retreated into her body, her ears shortened, and took on a human curve, while her body shrank to a more reasonable, but still towering height of six feet. That all done, the demoness slung her sword over her back once more, humming faintly as she flexed her fingers. "Onwards, then?" she suggested, gesturing down the road for Simone to take the lead.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

Adopting an impish grin as Mirchell had ever seen on the blond's face, Simone let the demoness play through her purposefully dramatic overreaction to her threat before, in a fully serious tone, simply replied; "Maybe I will. I don't think you'd resist for very long~" The corner of her single eye flickered as a smile spread over the angel's features, accompanied by a brief flash of pink over her cheeks that was quick to fade but telling nonetheless. Simone's steps were unslowed, however, and Mirchell would be left to shift back into her normal form without further reply from the angel. "That is the plan, yes" she replied dryly once the ashen demoness was back in her disguised form, Simone no longer even sparing her a glance.

Sadly, her angelic companion dropped back into her state of brooding quiet, leaving her as an uninteresting traveling companion. They wandered for a time, following the road, and despite their constant pace and lack of need for rest they never came upon the monks they'd saved from the bandits. They passed a few turns in direction, but Simone kept them going North on the main road and ignored all of the side paths that might take them to another bastion of human civilization. Morning gradually turned to afternoon, which turned to dusk, and finally to night before Simone's steps slowed just as the pale light of the autumn moon became their only source of illumination.

"Mmmm.... Still nowhere.... What do you think? I'm not particularly tired and don't mind walking the night, but we can stop and find a place to rest if you want." She turned a slightly glowing blue eye upon Mirchell, who was as blind in the dark as any mortal. It was ever lit in Hell unless one went indoors or was facing one with shadow magic, the aurora providing a constant source of wan light, and the nights on Donevrion had taken a long time to get used to before her shapeshifting had allowed her to see more comfortably in the dark. The angel seemed perfectly comfortable with it, however, and intent on continuing to and beyond dawn's first light. The physical strain was, of course, nothing to the able bodied demoness, her supernatural constitution providing the ability to walk for days on end without any fatigue unless one counted boredom, but whether she wanted to walk about at night might very well be another matter.

 

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Mirchell smirked too, enjoying what little banter she could wring out of the sullen angel she was accompanying. Her ears shifted a little, lifting just slightly to show that her attention was fully on the blonde as she spoke, even as she finalized her metamorphosis, and returned to her human form. "Why Simone, I have no idea what you might be insinuating there~ You'll have to give me a more colourful example later!" she cooed out, fluttering her eyelashes and canting her head to the side, a vain attempt to appear cute to the cyclopian angel.

Throughout the day, despite Simone's brooding silence, Mirchell at least attempted to engage the surly blonde in conversation, more for the sake of her own boredom than anything, though it mostly ended up to the demoness chatting to herself, playing out both halves of the conversation with different voices. It was mostly self-conversation regarding her quest; grumbling about how long it was taking to find a way back to Hell, what she would do once she got there. One of the voices she impersonated seemed even to be male, oddly enough.

Regardless, when Simone finally relented in her brooding silence, and spoke up as the sun was setting, Mirchell lifted an eyebrow, silencing herself as she looked up to Simone again, her more brightly glowing crimson eyes sending dancing shadows across her angular, ashen features. "I can keep going, Simone, but you will have to excuse me if I set something on fire to provide a light source if we are attacked; my eyes are ill accustomed to this darkness you embrace daily still, despite my years here. We have no changing of days in Hell, you see." the albino demoness replied in turn, lifting her left hand to flick a few locks of her white hair back behind her ear.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 89, PP = 45, EP = 48, Status = Fine, armor at 25/50 TP.

Mirchell's continued antics would earn a roll of her companion's single eye, but that was sadly where the banter was to end for the morning. She would listen to Mirchell's various ramblings during the demon's efforts to initiate more interesting conversation, but rarely offered more than a few grunted words at a time.

When darkness fell and Mirchell opted to have them continue onwards on a fairly simplistic condition, Simone frowned and roller her eyes. "I can make light if it is needed," she replied dryly, "and without setting the forest on fire too! I don't think we'll need it, however. I suspect that bandits will opt to leave us alone, if they even remain on watch with the setting of the sun."

On they would go, but it seemed that the night made her companion a little bit more open to conversation, as after another few minutes she would ask; "Why did you come here in the first place? It seems as if all you wish to do is return to Hell.... So why come to Donevrion in the first place?"

 

[Mirchie]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell smirked though, as Simone responded to her comment on light. How dear of her. Her ashen head tilted to the side, a few strands of dirty hair falling across her features, partially obscuring one tainted, glowing red eye as she studied the angel, looking the winged creature up and down in the dying light of the day. "Always the boring option, mhm? First you don't want to keep entertaining one another when we do eventually make camp, then you won't let me keep the human, now you won't let me set things on fire~" she cooed in a tone which suggested that maybe, just maybe, she was joking. Possibly. The faint half-smile lingering upon her thin lips did not help either, just slightly baring her teeth, which were still sharp, even with her disguise up.

However, as darkness began to settle, stars emerged, and they plodded on into the growing shadows, Mirchell took her turn to listen, as Simone spoke. Her armoured greaves thunked heavily into the dirt underfoot, while her damaged breastplate rattled in an irritating fashion, but nevertheless, the demoness took a while to ponder the question as it was asked, as if weighing her options. Finally though, she did speak; "I came here because I was banished, forced out with the rest of the demon invasion. My father was an advocate of war, you see. A big supporter of the old ways. Of course, I am too! Just not quite in the same fashion. I hold no interest in destroying your mortal world; it is so much nicer than Hell. You see... Inside of here-" the demoness paused there, lifting one hand to tap a long, grey finger against her forehead.

"In here, my brother lives. Scruffy little thing he was, but a mind like a razor. Much unlike my own. If you were talking only to me, I fear I would be far less... Agreeable. It is a long story, and I am unsure whether or not you wish to hear it, Simone, but suffice to say, I killed him, and drank his soul. And then, I tried to kill my father while he was marshaling troops to head through into your world. As punishment, he sent me with them. No doubt expecting me to die here. But I will not give him the pleasure; I have a task to fulfill, and Hell shall run red by the time I am done." the demoness explained, baring her lips now to flash a fanged grin at Simone, made all the more ominous by the faint glow of her eyes, which sent shadows dancing across her ashen, angular features. "After that, of course, I intend to return here. As I said, this Donevrion is so much more pleasant than Hell." she added, almost as an afterthought.