"What's up? Looks like you have seen a ghost," Diana asked to Suparna as the two of them sped away from the ominous attendant's presence.
It wouldn't take long for them to find their way to Valhalla's wilderness and begin the exploration part of their journey. Suparna needed to build her stamina as well so Diana took the lead, setting a slight hasty pace for their cross-country hike.
"This place is actually really cool, don't you think? Just look at how much stuff we can do around here," Diana said, extending her arms as if to embrace the whole scenery that unfolded before them.
It wasn't until a flash blizzard came upon them that the first actual piece of action of their adventure would begin. In fact,
it found them, instead of the contrary.
Diana avoided the steel-cold reception of their... wait, was that an elephant giant? Where did
that came from? Well, it didn't matter; now Diana was beginning to get fired up. Yet, she couldn't forget the reason why they were here. Taking a look at her, she checked to see if Suparna was alright before addressing their attacker —supposing that it was polite enough to not keep attacking while she did so.
"Hey, I don't know what's your problem, but if you are willing to pick a fight with two girls, I hope you are also looking forward to getting your pachyderm butt kicked!""Let's do like I showed you, Suparna. You take the right," Diana said to Suparna right she run to the giant's flank, trying to draw it's attention to herself.
Victoire's stay at Hell's bastion was beginning to become downright depressive, thus the vampire noble returned to her own castle of endless, bloody moonlight.
By the time she arrived, the damage it suffered earlier had already been repaired by a legion of loyal servants. Victoire could finally rest at her throne room once more. She sat in solitude, petting a bat that flew to her lap as soon as she arrived while mulling over the events that took place at the Graveyard.
War has changed; and not in a way that pleased Victoire.
"I will get right back at you, Avaritia. Powerful you may be, nevertheless, a woman scorned is a force to be reckoned," she thought out loud in the vastness of her chamber.
"That said, Avaritia can wait. There are much more important circumstances to take care of. Beginning with..." With a snap of Victoire's fingers, the whole throne room —no, the castle— got covered in a myriad of Halloween decorations.
"This time of the year. I am sure that they will not let it go without celebration. My own subjects deserve a momentary indulgence as well.""I suppose that I can extend this invitation to the remainder of the rabble. Noblesse Oblige compels me," Victoire said to no one else as she dispatched her familiars to the four corners of Hell, carrying invitations to a
unique night of pleasure and festivities at the Blood Countess' castle to all of the major names in the Demon society. She even managed to find a way to deliver a missive to Marianne. After what happened in the Graveyard, this was the least Victoire could do, or so she thought.
After preparations were underway, Victoire got off her throne. For... reasons, she had to search for a certain lazy werewolf.
"My my, now that I think about it. Not being invited is a punishment in and of itself. Is it not, Avaritia? Ahahaha..."
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