Incubus
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"DOWN!" came a desperate cry, and they obliged, ducking their heads as a blast of fire shot overhead, followed by the screaming of some of the less fortunate minions. The sounds of battle echoed through the corridors, along with the occasional tremor of a shaft collapsing, by design or collateral damage. The whole dungeon had been caught unaware, blindsided by a sudden attack and needless to say, things had gone poorly.
Another crash echoed from one side, and a few wounded workers scrambled past the makeshift barricades the last of the soldiers were huddling behind. "They've just taken out tunnel C7, we're completely cut off. The only way out is that way," one of them shouted, pointing towards where the warriors of light were gathering, behind cover of their own. "Damnit!" shouted the sergeant who had assumed command of the surviving soldiers in the area. "We're gonna need a miracle to get out of this. How did it come to this...?"
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Earlier that day, the master of the dungeon, the demon lord known only as Scarlet, had called a council of his newly appointed ranking officers. "Ah, good, you're all here," came a smooth, confident voice from the red velvet throne. The demon more lounged than sat, one leg hooked over one of the arm rests and his large red feathered wings spread out behind him. He wore an outfit of white and gold, a fanciful vest that covered little but his shoulders in truth, the back left open for his wings to fit through, while the front it hung open, exposing an athletic and well toned chest. From the wait down his legs were clad in matching pants, with long threads of gold running down the sides. His eyes glanced over the six assembled there, and he smiled.
"Now then, some of you already know one another, for others, this is the first time, so lets go over names and faces, shall we?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone, for it wasn't a question. First, he gestured to the base of his throne, where another demon sat basking almost as confidently as himself. "Most of you should already know Zehasael, my pet and consort," he said by way of introduction, and the dark haired succubus smiled at them all, a cold smile like a predator barring its fangs. Today, she was dressed in a long flowing violet outfit that was almost entirely see-through, but it was not in her nature to feel so much as a hint of shame.
He gestured to the next figure. "And here we have Vexa, or was that Vex? She comes highly recommended from the local goblins, who practically worship her. That in and of itself is enough to make her useful, but it seems she's quite good with that hammer of hers as well. She'll serve as the Captain of the Guard, and take charge of the defence of the lair."
"Next, we have Atril Beyare, who'll be acting as our overseer. She found her way into our employment through her talent with calling up demons and devils and as it turns out, she's quite gifted with ordering the lesser ones around. She'll be in charge of maintenance around here, keeping things running smoothly, that sorta thing. If you ever need something, she's your first stop." He smirked slightly at the statement and winked at her.
"The one with the cat ears there is our new lead spellcaster, Kirie Mikado. Or Archmagus, if you want to get all fancy with the title, I suppose," he says with a flippant handwave, a crackle of magical energy shooting across his own fingers as he rather unabashedly shows off. "You know how those magic sorts are, more ambition and thirst for power than morals, which suits me just fine. Moving on..."
"If I may present my new High Priestess, Ms Aura Winters, who has promised to share my radiance with the world, which certainly is generous of her," he says with another soft chuckle. "She'll be managing our... converts... and furthering my message of joy, freedom from inhibition, and passion in the world; and who can argue with that?"
"And finally, we have Ethanyos, our master of information. Comes highly recommended from Zeha here, supposedly, he's amazing at both gathering and distributing information and co-ordinating subterfuge and the like." The rather plain looking demon garbed in concealing brown clothing smiled coldly. "You have no idea," he said slowly, drawing the sentence out, and in a sudden movement flicked his arm forwards, launching a long projectile towards the enthroned demon. Taken completely by surprise, Scarlet barely had time to react before it pierced his chest, letting out a burst of radiant light.
There was a moment of shocked silence, broken by a cruel female laugh. "How long I've waited for this day, dear lover," came the voice of Zehasael, filled with scorn. "And now, instead of a dark lord, they shall have Quee- what? What are you all looking at me like that? Oh bother, you're actually going to defend him, aren't you? Fiiiine... but you better make it quick," she said with a grin. "This isn't our only card in play; even now, lightsworn brothers are descending on this precious little underground lair, bent on exterminating evil from their realm. Oh, and that little dagger, that shard of the light through your precious master there? Every moment it stays within him, the more power it drains from him, and incidentally, the more powerful I become. So then... clock's ticking," she says with a cheerful grin as she softly caresses the unconscious Scarlet's demon lord's cheek, as Ethanyos produces a length of chain from beneath his cloak and stands between them and her, holding it tight between his fists in front of him.
((So, welcome to the party. I might have more to comment on later. Oh, you're starting out with a combat, if that wasn't obvious.))
Another crash echoed from one side, and a few wounded workers scrambled past the makeshift barricades the last of the soldiers were huddling behind. "They've just taken out tunnel C7, we're completely cut off. The only way out is that way," one of them shouted, pointing towards where the warriors of light were gathering, behind cover of their own. "Damnit!" shouted the sergeant who had assumed command of the surviving soldiers in the area. "We're gonna need a miracle to get out of this. How did it come to this...?"
---
Earlier that day, the master of the dungeon, the demon lord known only as Scarlet, had called a council of his newly appointed ranking officers. "Ah, good, you're all here," came a smooth, confident voice from the red velvet throne. The demon more lounged than sat, one leg hooked over one of the arm rests and his large red feathered wings spread out behind him. He wore an outfit of white and gold, a fanciful vest that covered little but his shoulders in truth, the back left open for his wings to fit through, while the front it hung open, exposing an athletic and well toned chest. From the wait down his legs were clad in matching pants, with long threads of gold running down the sides. His eyes glanced over the six assembled there, and he smiled.
"Now then, some of you already know one another, for others, this is the first time, so lets go over names and faces, shall we?" he asked in a slightly mocking tone, for it wasn't a question. First, he gestured to the base of his throne, where another demon sat basking almost as confidently as himself. "Most of you should already know Zehasael, my pet and consort," he said by way of introduction, and the dark haired succubus smiled at them all, a cold smile like a predator barring its fangs. Today, she was dressed in a long flowing violet outfit that was almost entirely see-through, but it was not in her nature to feel so much as a hint of shame.
He gestured to the next figure. "And here we have Vexa, or was that Vex? She comes highly recommended from the local goblins, who practically worship her. That in and of itself is enough to make her useful, but it seems she's quite good with that hammer of hers as well. She'll serve as the Captain of the Guard, and take charge of the defence of the lair."
"Next, we have Atril Beyare, who'll be acting as our overseer. She found her way into our employment through her talent with calling up demons and devils and as it turns out, she's quite gifted with ordering the lesser ones around. She'll be in charge of maintenance around here, keeping things running smoothly, that sorta thing. If you ever need something, she's your first stop." He smirked slightly at the statement and winked at her.
"The one with the cat ears there is our new lead spellcaster, Kirie Mikado. Or Archmagus, if you want to get all fancy with the title, I suppose," he says with a flippant handwave, a crackle of magical energy shooting across his own fingers as he rather unabashedly shows off. "You know how those magic sorts are, more ambition and thirst for power than morals, which suits me just fine. Moving on..."
"If I may present my new High Priestess, Ms Aura Winters, who has promised to share my radiance with the world, which certainly is generous of her," he says with another soft chuckle. "She'll be managing our... converts... and furthering my message of joy, freedom from inhibition, and passion in the world; and who can argue with that?"
"And finally, we have Ethanyos, our master of information. Comes highly recommended from Zeha here, supposedly, he's amazing at both gathering and distributing information and co-ordinating subterfuge and the like." The rather plain looking demon garbed in concealing brown clothing smiled coldly. "You have no idea," he said slowly, drawing the sentence out, and in a sudden movement flicked his arm forwards, launching a long projectile towards the enthroned demon. Taken completely by surprise, Scarlet barely had time to react before it pierced his chest, letting out a burst of radiant light.
There was a moment of shocked silence, broken by a cruel female laugh. "How long I've waited for this day, dear lover," came the voice of Zehasael, filled with scorn. "And now, instead of a dark lord, they shall have Quee- what? What are you all looking at me like that? Oh bother, you're actually going to defend him, aren't you? Fiiiine... but you better make it quick," she said with a grin. "This isn't our only card in play; even now, lightsworn brothers are descending on this precious little underground lair, bent on exterminating evil from their realm. Oh, and that little dagger, that shard of the light through your precious master there? Every moment it stays within him, the more power it drains from him, and incidentally, the more powerful I become. So then... clock's ticking," she says with a cheerful grin as she softly caresses the unconscious Scarlet's demon lord's cheek, as Ethanyos produces a length of chain from beneath his cloak and stands between them and her, holding it tight between his fists in front of him.
((So, welcome to the party. I might have more to comment on later. Oh, you're starting out with a combat, if that wasn't obvious.))
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