Galbrek
The day before...He was sitting comfortably into his pillowed wooden throne in one of his many hideouts, Galbrek prefered to have many places in which he could be in. Would make finding him a real bother at times. Clad in his fine and formal attire, a long coat, breeches, a pirate-like shirt with ruffles. His appearance was that worthy of a prince. A demon prince of darkness. His father were however a mortal, a rich yet powerful mortal whom had bred with his demoness of a mother to produce him some years past.
He wasn't the firstborn of the family, and there were many siblings aswell as relatives always clashing for power so who was in charge of the family could change in time, but one thing was certain that if a threat from the outside would come then they would put their differences aside.
Unlike most of his siblings however, Galbrek was not interested in the family treasures and living a life away from people. He wanted to live a life where he could affect people and enjoy doing so, in other words to play god. His inborn powers had bestowed him with the tools to see it happen.
Under him was currently four named 'dolls'. They were more like humanlike mannequins or golems rather than dolls, but to him they were indeed dolls or puppets. Expendable and usable as he saw fit. No more important than a porcelain cup of tea, it could easily be replaced. But they had their uses as servants. One of them was in fact waving a big fan at him as he sat there by his dinnertable in the long fine room.
Darla. The latest of his creations. A head shorter than himself and overall very frail looking, but she was surely as strong as the others if she wanted to be. He had bestowed her with some of his powers after all. At the end of the room stood Adam, who he considered to be his right hand doll at the moment. Due to his traits of never questioning orders audibly, he was following the commands of his master flawlessly. This sat well with Galbrek.
Then the doors flung open and into the room came another of his creations, Bertrand. A loud and very tiring doll as far as it concerned Galbrek.
"Master Galbrek! I've been.. running through several districts... there are no tea of that sort in any of the vending machines I-""Bertrand. Are you trying to tell me you were unable to aqquire the tea I ordered you to find for me?" Galbrek asked as he watched Bertrand approach his seat.
"I- I tried to but there was-"Galbrek sighed deeply through his nose and pinched the bridge of his nose, standing up from his wooden throne. As he did the servant to his left, Darla whom was holding unto the big fan stopped waving air with it.
Taking a few steps forth to the slightly shorter Bertrand, Galbrek withdrew his right hand, decorated by a fine glove depicting an inverted pentagram, all the way to his left shoulder. Before he lashed out with it, backhanding Bertrand across the face causing him to fall to the floor.
"Unforgivable. I asked something this simple of you and you disappoint me like this?""F-forgive me... master... I..." Bertrand was trying to find any word suitable to please his master.
"Forgive you? What would the world be like if everything would be so easily forgiven? People would not learn a thing. So what shall it be? An arm perhaps?" Galbrek loudly pondered as he gave Bertrand a displeased stare.
"Please I-" Bertrand was starting to beg but it was interupted by Adam.
"Master Galbrek." He said out plainly. With no anger or emotion tied to it but it did come across as serious.
"What is it, my servant?" Galbrek threw a questioning glance to Adam.
"Celine is back and with company. Shall I allow them entrance?" The tall doll asked.
"Fine. I shall take some more time to think of a proper punishment for this disgraceful cur later." Galbrek put his finely decorated boot against the side of Bertrand's chest, kicking him so he'd roll over on the floor, from his kneeling position.
Then a woman entered the dining hall, she had long hair and walked with a determined walk. She too was a servant of his, one which questioned more than was good for her health. Behind her however floated a ghostlike figure which followed her into the room.
"Master Galbrek. Vittorio of St.Lucifer's desire to speak to you." Celine offered a soft bow and stepped aside.
"Oh? What brings one of Clara's toys to my humble chamber of peace and joy?""A call. Clara desires all powerful members of St.Lucifer's to join in a upcoming task. She expects you to also be there. Galbrek."Galbrek twitched an eyebrow as he played around with one of the glasses that held an expensive fruity drink.
"It is LORD GALBREK to you. Do not forget this you damn commoner!""A lord of nothing is not a lord at all. I came here to relay this message to you and that is all. So shall I tell her you are going to join us or?"This guy was getting on his nerves. How dared anyone speak like this to him, in the presence of his servants. It was not to be forgiven.
"If it falls to my liking. Perhaps." Galbrek replied, taking a sip from his drink before throwing the glass into a nearby wall sending it into pieces.
"However before you go I have to give you a send-off gift. It is the least I could do for someone of your lack of manners."The finely dressed half-demon snapped with his fingers and wires sprung out from his fingers and began to attach themselves around the ghostlike Vittorio, squeezing and restricting his arms, legs and tentacle-like wings.
"How about you'll dance and show me just how sorry you are mortal?" Galbrek had a pleased grin form on his lips but it was not to last for long.
Without warning Vittorio became incorporeal and the wires which held him int place fell down and he was freed. His form floated forwards towards the half-demon.
"Do not try to tangle with the dead, half-demon. I gave my body to the gods, perhaps I shall add yours to the offering?"Galbrek was now annoyed. How dared anyone to speak with him in this manner, especially a mortal pawn.
"Hmph. I, Galbrek Ravenovich commands you to obey. Kneel and submit to my undeniable will." He began to use his hypnotic gaze towards Vittorio, his gaze which could have people stand frozen or to obey his commands if they did not avert their eyes. But this ghost. He was as if unaffected by it, the realization manifested itself in the half-demon in an unfamiliar way. Fear.
"Your will is like a drop of oil in the vast seas compared to me. 'Lord' Galbrek. I have however told you what needs to be told. Therefor I will be leaving. And you will not stop me." Galbrek had gritted his teeth together and his dolls had readied themselves with their hands pointed at Vittorio but none attacked until he would give them the command to do so.
"I don't have all day to toy with you ghost." He gave Vittorio a dismissive wave with his hand as the ghostlike figure flew straight out through one of the walls. These kind of people infuriated Galbrek. People he could not do much about, so that required him to get hold of things which could. Clara had a powerful tome in her possession, but it would be so much more useful with someone like himself who would use it properly. Though ofcourse there was the risk of something going wrong, perhaps he could find someone else to use the tome and then use that one as a puppet.
Yes, that's exactly what he would do. To use people for ones own gains, what more noble thing is there to do? Perhaps he could find some less-known individuals capable of doing just that.
"A place where people fight... would be a good place to look. My servants, forget your current tasks. We are going for a little trip to find some new toy." A sigh of relief was on Bertrand's face. He had just escaped a horrible reprimand.
PresentThe fighting had been amusing. Who did not enjoy violent theatrics? Galbrek had seated himself at a good spot among the spectators. Where people usually would pay alot to be seated at. Being filthy rich had it's uses but also drew attention by thieves. So he had himself surrounded by his servants to make sure the thieves would find themselves in alot of trouble if they would try something funny.
The two fighting first were some brute idiot and a girl with a eyepatch. There was something about her though, Galbrek was however uncertain of what during the initial fight. She had easily sent the brute guy out on a stretcher, she knew how to fight for certain. Then following that another challenger appeared. A girl with a fox tail.
"Oh what have we here then? This should be interesting." Galbrek crossed his legs as he leaned back in his chair. "Let see what that one can do then."
"Andras and Masami. So that's what they call themselves." Galbrek's expression of slight interest magnified as he began to see the card magic Andras was using. Whilst Masami was able to manifest elemental weaponry and wind twisters.
The latter was surely the more dangerous when it came to up front fighting one on one. That's when he saw it. Andras eyepatch flew off and she was close to cover it up after. This sparked much intrigue in the half-demon. Just what kind of power is that? His servants was throwing worrying looks to the smile forming on Galbrek's lips, as if he had just witnessed his greatest enemy be destroyed before him.
"Master Galbrek, is everything okay?" Darla asked her master.
Galbrek turned slightly to the left, letting his smile die in an instant as he looked to Darla.
"Oh indeed my servant. Everything will be." MINE.He gave Darla a pat on her head before resuming to watch the fight. After some brief time it looked like the foxgirl, Masami he presumed was winning. Pinning down Andras.
"She's making her submit. How entertaining..." Galbrek stroked his chin and tilted his head abit.
"Adam. I want them. Both." Galbrek said to Adam in what some could regard as a command or statement.
"Master? What do you want done?" Adam looked with a questioning look.
"The girl Andras possesses just the type of magic I would need in order to use a particular trinket. She is tired. Weary from fighting two opponents. Her mind and body is battered. I shall lead her to a place where I may examine her abilities more closely." Galbrek stroked back his hair abit with one of his left hand before continuing.
"Bertrand and Celine, you two will go and restrain the foxgirl. Masami. Wait until she is alone. Then take her to outpost charlie." The half-demon amusingly then turned to Adam.
"You and Darla shall make sure myself and this girl Andras are not followed. You don't have to follow us all the day, just enough to make sure none is following. I hate interferences." He gave a slight glare to Celine whom had been the one to lead Vittorio into his dining hall which had upset him. Before finally he got up from his seat, whereof Adam and Darla followed him. With Bertrand and Celine walking towards the fighting area looking for a good place to stalk Masami from.
He patiently waited for Andras to exit the arena. To approach her in a congratulatory manner, despite her loss to Masami. He needed to greet her and make good eye-contact to try use his hypnotic gaze on the girl whom was no doubt weary from the fighting.
"I wish to congratulate you on the fine fight, fine lady Andras. I have a fine buisness proposition for you. Care to walk with me?" Galbrek held out his gloved hand in a gentlemanny way, like the inviting hand of a demon lord of hell itself. His eyes would try to get contact with her one eye, with a soft smile on his lips and that sharp tipped corner tooth of his clearly visible. Giving him a somewhat playful appearance. Despite his ruthless nature. Nothing like abit of acting to get to a change of scenery. Time for the second part of the play.
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