[hider=Best friends take over the world together, y'know!?] Darkness swallowed Tamara’s sense as she plunged into the depths of the earth...or rather, what she could surmise as the earth. She couldn’t know if it was a hole or something else, but any walls that might exist lay far beyond her reach. Regalia was cradled in her arms, before she would find herself sitting on a rather luxuriously made couch upholstered with smooth and comfortable leather, the cushions being made of some sort of fur that was soft to the touch. Numerous stuffed animals surrounded the edge of the couch, many of which were actually moving, carrying trays of crumpets and teacups in an effort to set up the room. Tamara would see an empty chair before her be suddenly filled as the scent of a powerful demon flooded the room. Sitting cross-legged with a closed hand poised at her chin, the woman smiled. [color=CC6699][b]”Welcome to my little sanctuary.”[/b][/color] Madness Enhanced, Tamara's hands closed around Ariette's throat; putting her personal shielding to the ultimate stress test. Her emotion-based strength was on Overkill, because of the Demon King's youngest's foolish haughtiness. As long as she felt superior to Tamara, her strength would mount and mount until it tore her apart – however, that would take a long time, and Ariette would probably be strangled before it reached that point. "[color=deeppink]Aren't you just so[/color] [color=red]much like her,[/color]" she asks, as her grip strengthened, voice distortion, as her vocal cords were strained. Completely caught off guard, Ariette screamed as Tamara grasped at her neck, the barrier more than holding before it suddenly burst, sending Tamara’s hands flying out, giving Ariette time to dive behind her chair. [color=CC6699][b]”WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? Gah, this is why no one likes Cambions...always doing that emotion eater thing...”[/b][/color] Tamara was smirking. “[color=red]I like seeing a girl break[/color] [color=deeppink], shatter that false sense of bravado[/color] [color=pink]... unfortunately, that lesser emotion isn’t as delicious,[/color]” she says, as her strength dissipated. “[color=pink]So, what are you? The loner sister? The jealous sister? Both?[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”I-I’m not a loner or jealous! Scarlette and Charlotte are just mean and won’t take me anywhere with them!”[/b][/color] she cried out, before sighing. [color=CC6699][b]”So...um...sorry about the whole, dropping you in here thing. It looked like you could use a get away card.”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]Me? No. You saved their lives, to be honest,[/color]” Tamara says. “[color=deeppink]They were going to die...[/color]” An awkward silence filled the room, before Ariette slumped to the ground, pathetically curling up. [color=CC6699][b]”I screwed uuuuuup...well, wait, actually, I guess those guys owe me now.”[/b][/color] she said, pondering for a moment. [color=CC6699][b]”Sorry about the mix up!”[/b][/color] Ariette would say, getting up and offering her hand to Tamara. [color=CC6699][b]”I was trying to do that thing my daddy does, where he rescues demons being beaten up by humans and takes them in, makes them incredibly loyal to him, and then becomes besties with them.”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]I could punch a hole through your chest, and deliver your heart to your Daddy. I don’t need rescue, little girl,[/color]” Tamara says, before offering a smile, “[color=pink]However, you did save Regalia from my unbridled wrath, so... appreciated.[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”Uh...thaaaanks. I guess. Not for the punching part. That’s just a weird threat that makes me feel like I really, really should just let you out now...speaking of...want a portal outta here? I kinda...set all this up for nothing, I guess.”[/b][/color] Ariette said, feeling very unsafe and very awkward. “[color=pink]There was a point to this? And, here, I thought it was an extravagant tea party,[/color]” Tamara says, before crashing back onto a table, and bouncing a cup of tea into her hands. “[color=pink]A lonely girl like you, in need of a friend, puts on a grand display, and hopes that flashing money and status will win the day, but, here’s a thought...[/color]” Tamara crushed the cup, “[color=deeppink][b][i]Stop being so fake.[/i][/b][/color]” Sighing, Tamara laid across the table. “[color=pink]You needn’t kidnap people to make friends. So, I’mma be nice, and give you a second chance? Fair? Fair. Annnnnddd.... Take two![/color]” Ariette floundered, crashing back into her chair to try and once again have a poised look, clearing her throat. [color=CC6699][b]”A-Ahem! I uh...a-are you okay?”[/b][/color] Ariette asked, looking to Tamara and Regalia. [color=CC6699][b]”And um...would you like some tea? Maybe a biscuit?”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]I’m rather well. [i]An[/i][/color][color=deeppink][i]noyed.[/i] I’m going to punch that flame demoness in her ear. I mean, [/color][color=red]right in her ear. A nice cold cock. That’s going to feel great.[/color] [color=deeppink]Then, I’m going to kick that human in the shin. Humans always assume the crotch, but, no, I’m going to snap his shin.[/color]” Tamara says. “[color=pink]After that, I don’t know. As for the offer, if you’ve something like Earl Grey and a nice, crisp biscuit, I’m all for it.[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”We do have Earl Grey.”[/b][/color] Ariette said, pouring tea for Tamara, before running off to fetch the biscuits, which, strangely, were in what could be considered the fantasy equivalent of an easy bake oven. “[color=pink]Good girl,[/color]” Tamara says, sipping her tea; the imagine of sophistication and grace, the stunning muse of masculine majesty and feminine elegance. It almost made you forget (or perhaps appreciate all the more) that she was as naked as legally allowed by most civilized societies. Ariette would return with a piping hot plate of crispy biscuits, taking one herself and crunching on it, washing it down with some tea. Looking over to Tamara, she asked: [color=CC6699][b]”Do you need any clothes, by the way? You’re kinda...almost in your birthday suit.”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]Everyone has a problem with my state of dress. It’s rather irritating,[/color]” Tamara says, looking down the bridge of her nose, and over her cup. “[color=pink]Besides, you are in little position to talk.[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”H-Huh!? But...Charlotte said this was fine…”[/b][/color] Ariette would say, covering her cleavage with a hand. “[color=pink]Her sense of dress is no better. My smallclothes are more modest that you’re, while very delightful, and very, very, very delicious, window to the soul... I lost my point...[/color]” Tamara says, before sipping her tea. Ariette now felt very insecure as she curled up, pouting heavily. [color=CC6699][b]”S-She said it’d help me do magic better…”[/b][/color] Tamara nodded, “[color=pink]That’s reasonable. The lighter clothing is, the less restrictive movement is. Casting all about motion; the finery of it is important.[/color]” Tamara tilted her head, and licked her lips, “[color=pink]However, you move too far to one side,[/color] [color=deeppink]and, suddenly, your eyes aren’t up there any more, are they?[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”...But...my eyes ARE up here.”[/b][/color] Ariette said, somehow completely misunderstanding what Tamara meant. She was THAT naive. “[color=red][i][b]Grrr....[/b][/i][/color]” Tamara growled. Ariette was giving her flashbacks of Charlotte. “[color=red]Haaa[/color][color=deeppink]aaaa[/color][color=pink]aaaa.... Oi...[/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”...I-Is everything alright?”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]I have to remember that children are incredibly foolish...[/color]” Tamara says, before crunching her biscuit. “[color=red][b]THIS IS SO[/b] [/color][color=white][b]*******[/b][/color] [color=red][b]GOOD!!! HOLY[/b][/color] [color=white][b]****[/b][/color][color=red][b]!!! THIS IS DELICIOUS!!![/b][/color]” [color=CC6699][b]”Hmhm! I’m the best at biscuits. I’m the bestcuit!”[/b][/color] Ariette declared, puffing her chest out proudly. Now, the family resemblance was getting clearer. “[color=deeppink]Do you have any water, cold; ice, if available,[/color]” Tamara asks, in spite of her tea being topped off. [color=CC6699][b]”Mhm! Here.”[/b][/color] Ariette would say, conjuring a glass and using magic to fill it, freezing solid cubes into it. Tamara, without a word or warning, pulled the back of Ariette's pants wide, and dumped the glass against her rear end. "[color=red][b]No.[/b][/color]" she was very against puns and lowbrows comedy; it was unbecoming a lady of her sophistication. [color=CC6699][b]”AHHHH! WHY! WHY WHY WHY!?”[/b][/color] Ariette said, shivering before she lit herself on fire for a moment, to heat herself up and to dry off her pants. Tamara heaved a sigh, "[color=pink]A classy lady does not pun,[/color]" she smacked Ariette's rear, "[color=pink]Hm... nice downstairs and upstairs...[/color]" Ariette pouted heavily, covering her rear with her hands. [color=CC6699][b]”No touchie.”[/b][/color] she would say, sitting down once more, back as pressed against the chair as could be. “[color=pink]You wound me,[/color]” Tamara says. [color=CC6699][b]”I did…? Do you need healing? I have potions.”[/b][/color] Ariette said, dashing over to a nearby cupboard to try and find something for Tamara’s emotional boo boos. Tamara facepalmed. “[color=pink]Park your rear. It’s too nice to stare at,[/color]” she says. “[color=pink]Anything else to this tea party of yours?[/color]” Ariette looked confused. [color=CC6699][b]”What do you mean? What else does a tea party need?”[/b][/color] she would ask, taking a seat across from Tamara, and resumed drinking her tea. “[color=pink]You don’t simply kidnap someone without a fair reason; justified, unjustified, righteous, or sinful,[/color]” Tamara says. “[color=pink]And, I don’t entertain spoiled children, between the of the common class the noble class or daughter of the Divine Being or daughter of the Demon King. So, why am I here?[/color]” Ariette froze, timidly sinking back in her chair. [color=CC6699][b]”I-I um...just...you looked like you needed help, but...you didn’t. So I guess it was just a mistake?”[/b][/color] She really didn’t have a reason. She’d done it because she wanted to. “[color=pink]How rare? An innocent act. How unbecoming of a demoness,[/color] [color=deeppink]much less one of your standing,[/color]” Tamatsa says. “[color=deeppink]Daddy’s little princess, more mortal than eyes allow. I’m intrigued,[/color]” she says, “[color=pink]I like it. Such rampant cachaphony of the set standard. A silly girl like you...[/color] [color=deeppink]you can go places in a stringent world like this...[/color]” Tamara’s eyes glowed, “[color=red]If properly given good guidance by a friend.[/color]” Ariette shuddered. [color=CC6699][b]”I can go places…? Also I really don’t like how your text suddenly got red.”[/b][/color] Tamara beamed, “[color=pink]Oh, the places you may go...[/color]” Ariette just continued to be a smidge weirded out. [color=CC6699][b]”Places like…?”[/b][/color] “[color=red]Higher than your sisters,[/color]” Tamara says. Ariette looked interested. [color=CC6699][b]”How? I mean...I’m last in line for the throne…”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]There are always means to challenge such notions.[/color] [color=deeppink]Such as,[/color] [color=red][i][b]destroying[/b][/i][/color] [color=deeppink]The Hero and his Party,[/color]” Tamara says. “[color=pink]Such a display of strength would put you above the rest.[/color] [color=deeppink]After all, only the strongest can[/color] [color=red][i][b]break[/b][/i][/color] [color=deeppink]The Hero,[/color]” she says, “[color=deeppink]And, your father would simple love you more than your sisters...[/color] [color=red][i]and, you’d be number one in line...[/i][/color]” Ariette was deep in thought about that idea, before she netted her fingers together. [color=CC6699][b]”Do you...really think I’m strong enough to break a hero? T-That I’m Demon Lord material?”[/b][/color] Tamara smiled pleasantly, “[color=pink][i]I know it...[/i][/color]” Ariette gave it some more thought before she smiled, nodding. [color=CC6699][b]”Y’know...Scarlette is a real big blowhard...and Charlotte’s a dummy. If I DON’T become Demon Lord, they’ll just ruin the whole realm! I didn’t even think about that!”[/b][/color] she would say, smacking her fist into her palm at her realization. [color=CC6699][b]”Mm! I’ll smash that hero, and then Daddy can retire in peace. Then I’LL be the new Demon Lord! And the humans will get tea breaks so that they stop revolting! Its genius!”[/b][/color] Ariette said, letting out a cheerful, delighted laughter. Her evil laugh sucked. It was too...not evil. But she at least had the idea in her head now. Tamara grinned, and stood up; clapping her powerful hand against Ariette’s shoulder. “[color=deeppink]And, I’ll be there with you...[/color] [color=red][i]every step of the way...[/i][/color] she purred pleasantly. Ariette smiled happily. This was gonna be fun! Tamara was pleased as punch. The fall of the Demon Lord... by the hand of his own daughter. That would be a happy ending. Especially, as she would have the new Demon Lordess in her control; so long as she kept her card well dealt and clasped to her bounteous chest. And, how knew, maybe, Ariette would be a decent Demon Lordess – surely, a sight better than Charlotte. [color=CC6699][b]”Thanks for opening my eyes to that. ...Actually, thinking about it...we never introduced ourselves. I’m Ariette Alloces Nul Iscaron. Third daughter to the Demon Lord.”[/b][/color] “[color=pink]Tamara of Kybinae,[/color] [color=deeppink]but, you can call me,[/color] [color=red][b]you’re [i]best friend,[/i][/b][/color]” is the returned answer. Ariette squealed delightedly, before hugging Tamara. [color=CC6699][b]”Okay Bestie! Let’s go nab us a hero!”[/b][/color] [/hider]