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Lords of the Underword

I imagined that all the demons were the same age: as old as time and hell itself.

But as long as age doesn't give op power or anything, I guess I don't care.

Lords of the Underword

Okay??
It was just a bit of a joke...

Lords of the Underword

@hagroden

To Wrath, from Nightmares:

"So you don't think I could scare you too?"

"You're wronnggg."

Lords of the Underword

Maya's tan cheeks flushed red when Griffon mentioned that his demon picked him because he liked the way he looked. She looked away quickly, not wanting anyone to notice the girlish reaction. It was hard to avoid the attention of the demon in your own mind, though. "Oh my devil, you like him, don't you!?" Nightmares said in a squeaky tease. "Hush!" Maya whispered in a low hiss, trying to drown the girl's voice out. She was so embarrassed that she just wanted to crawl in a hole right there. The embarrassment was short-lived, however, as Wrath took over his host and directed his anger at Secrets and the other demons. Nightmares was quick to follow suit in overpowering her host. "Pipe down, you big meanie!" she said through the lips of Maya, her voice high and squeaky like that of a child. Nightmares crossed Maya's arms over her chest "Nobody cares about your useless yelling. You're all bark and no bite, as usual." Nightmares turned her gaze to Secrets now. "He is right about one thing, though. You're always all about spilling the beans, except when it's useful. You got us all here, now talk!"

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Demon Lords? Maya struggled to think of the giggle child in her mind as a Lord, but her powers could leave even the mightiest men cowering in fear. Griffon mentioned that they were bound to their spirits, which brought on her next question. "Well, why did they choose us?" she asked him, trying to ignore the fact that he mentioned they might die in the process of getting rid of their demons. "That's an easy one, purple's my favorite color! Like your hair." Nightmares sounded eerily nice, maybe even proud?

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The aromatics of freshly ground coffee and sugary sweet confections rushed in to greet Béatrix’ nose as she walked into the café. A cursory glance around the room confirmed that she had beat Solenne there, so she sat herself at a table for two against the street-facing window. Trixy tried her best to tune out the thoughts of those around her, most of which were poisonous at best. Intsead, she focused on the nervous butterflies in her stomach at seeing her old friend and once lover for the first time in almost a century. Gosh, had it been that long? It must have been, her last memories with him were in a speak-easy in New Orleans, year 1928. He had worn a suit with an adorable red bow-tie and she a white knee-length bedazzled dress and a feathery headband.

Just on cue, Solenne pulled her from her trip down memory lane by walking through the doors. He looked like a hipster, but never-the-less handsome and charming. “Good morning, Béatrix” he greeted her politely. Trixy stood up with a beaming smile and kissed both sides of his cheeks, the normal greeting in her country of origin. “Bonjour, SoSo.” She gushed before they both took their seats. It was then that Trixy noticed his uncharacteristic awkwardness. When you make a living studying people (and maybe killing them), you tend to get very adept at reading body language. His crimson eyes darted over to the counter, then towards the kitchen, and then a look of nausea marred his features. “Well, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” Trixy chuckled a little to lighten the mood before asking: “What on earth has you so worried to be seen with me? I can confirm that most men in this room would kill to be in your seat, some of the women as well.” Ahh, Trixy, humility had never been her strongest suit.

A bubbly waitress came over to take their order. Vampires couldn’t really keep solid food down, but they could drink most liquids without any trouble, and often enjoyed doing so. “Espresso, please.” Trixy ordered, her heavy accent made the words sound like a sensual hiss. The waitress nodded and glanced to Solenne, waiting for his response.

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Neither of the guys responded to his text. Sipping the steaming hot coffee, Jar had just about lost faith in both women and his friends as a whole, when Delilah’s frantic screaming cut through the air. Jar jumped a little and spilled the coffee on his hand. “Shit!” he exclaimed as the liquid burned his hand and he attempted to wipe it off with a towel. “I’m coming! I’m coming, hold on!” Jar yelled from inside the condo. Once cleaned up, Jareth took a deep breath and faced whatever she had to say next out in the hallway. When he opened the door, his eyes went straight from Delilah to a passed out Hunter. Thankfully Grant was there too, and already on the phone with an ambulance, because Jar would have probably stared in dumbfounded shock for a few moments before thinking to do the responsible thing.

“Jesus! What the hell?” Jar said once he finally recovered his ability to speak. “Will there be a day in this so-called vacation when Hunter doesn’t wind up hospitalized?” He asked, using sarcasm to mask his worry about his friend and his discomfort at being so close to his now-recent ex that had just spat some serious venom at him the night before.

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Lol, this is going to be fun! Solennes description of how Trixy likes to look made me laugh, unfortunately though, she is a bit more covered up today because she had to conceal the Kevlar and her pistols. I'll post as soon as I'm home from work later.

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I'm all for it!