It was the fated moment. For so long she had waited up until this moment, biding her time under the auspice of darkness. She inhaled in anticipation, her crimson eyes peeking upon the objective. So pure and naive it seemed to be, unaware of the fate that would befall upon it. With an unholy burst, she spread forth her demonic wings, and dashed onward, a wicked smile of glee on [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5152]her face[/url].

"HAHAHA, THE REIGN OF SOULSCALE DAWNS, AND THIS CAKE SHALL BE THE FIRST SACRIFICE". The demonic armor turned little imp exclaimed, as she deftly snatched a slice of cake, flying away with it as if it was some kind of overgrown kitchen pest. The wicked demonette, to add further insult, perched herself into the most improbably location. Sir Gillian's shoulder.

"Oh, hello there. Have you been sucessful in your task, sir Gillian? Have you BROUGHT THE SACRIFICE SOULSCALE DEMANDED ASWELL?" She added, before stuffing herself in the cake slice.

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Nero stood silent, her chin resting on her hand, as she eyed the map and conversation. Ocasionally, her mind wandered to Sult, that more often than not, gave a sympathetic shrug.  Her eyes rested on Lilianna's while she made her statement as Nero's lips curved in a disappointed expression.

"With all due respect, Lady Belwiss. You are being naive." Nero finally said in a somber voice, as if not exactly liking what she was about to say. "This reeks of a done deal. Regardless of the plan we come up with me... such a mobilization and forethought, even if it's not a good plan, would make people who thought of this not precisely open to criticism." The eldest of the twins added. "They're pulling the strings on a done deal, knowing that Fanilly will be hard pressed to disregard such a plea for aide. Even if she refuses on grounds of being an idiotic plan, the people who are interested in staining the Roses' reputation will make their move."

Nero sighed. "It all boils down on who we pick as bait. I don't think they will care about it, as long as it seems valuable enough like Fanilly." The Sunfield bit her lip, and eyed all the presents . "I can do it, if need be. I will be the decoy instead of Fanilly, and we will play this stupid Noble hunting game." She conceded.

"Huh." A voice whispered at her back. "Come to think of it, I have an even better idea. If it's about having a bait target..." Sult grinned, as she moved towards Livius, her hand resting atop his shoulder. "Congratulations, Livius. You get to play captain of the Roses for a day. Or should I say Lady Livia? Given your looks, with a little of work, you can make a convincing female commander." The youngest of the Sunfields smirked.