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[Sylviidae Mallai]

Sheep. Why in all the various kinds of Hell were there so many sheep in Ireland?

Sylviidae watched as the countryside slid by beneath her, the white wool of the animals visible despite it being night. It was almost as though they could sense her, their irritating cries following her all across the land. The lights of concerned farmers flickered on in her wake as well, the shepherds coming out to see what had spooked their flocks.

A smile creased her beautiful face, the face of a seventeen year old girl and not a demon much older than that. Her long and shapely legs were held out behind her as the leathery wings on her back floated her through the air, simply gliding for now. Her black, barb-tipped tail trailed behind her as well, the demon moving leisurely through the night skies.

It was a cold autumn night and to prepare for the weather Sylviidae was wearing pants for once. She so loathed the clothing. No matter how tight or form fitting pants were, they just could not show her body off as well as a dress. The jeans she wore were both tight and form fitting, but the lack of visible skin made it seem somehow....conservative. She did so hate conservative. At least the way her long sleeved top hugged her chest made up for it.

Despite what she thought Sylviidae still cut a jaw dropping figure. Her curved hips were accentuated by the tight jeans, as were here long legs. Her full breasts made even more impressive by the clinging material of her shirt. The back of the top had been cut away to allow her wings room to move. A look of pure excitement and joy filled her gorgeous face, red lips drawn back in a smile as emerald eyes gleamed in the starlight. Long brown hair flowed back from her face as she flew slowly towards the ground, landing gently in an open field.

She had come to this rather strange country in search of dragons, one of the most powerful creatures she knew of. It had long been her dream to somehow gain control of a dragon, possibly through a Draconian, and there were enough myths in Ireland to give her some serious hope for finding one.

[Solemn Creed]

Solemn Creed hummed to himself as he drew the strings tight on the burlap sack seated on the floor in front of his throne. With ease, despite the frenzied movement from within, Sol swung the sack over his shoulder. Muffled screams emanated from within, a cacophony of three voices, two female and one male.

Savagely, a pleasant smile still warming his handsome features, Sol kicked the side of the bag until the screams dropped to a soft whimpering and a bright red began to stain the side. Satisfied, Sol swung the bag over his shoulder again and willed himself to his destination.

A loud thunderclap resounded through the countryside of Ireland as Sol appeared with the large bag, seemingly from thin air. He chuckled slightly as he heard the sound of retching from within the bag. Mortals Sol thought such weak constitutions. Even some of his daemons gave in to the nausea of teleportation occasionally. Swinging the large burlap sack at his side, Sol looked around for a flat patch of ground. Finding one that seeming suitable, Sol dropped the sack and untied it. He then dragged out one of the females within, a young woman with raven black hair and prominent hawk beak of a nose.

Upon viewing her new surroundings, the female began to scream and her struggle was renewed. She began clawing at Sol's hand which gripped her ankle. For a moment, Sol was distracted from the feeling of a another's presence. A mortal, but a daemon. And female at that. Returning to his present task after sighting the female, Sol gripped the woman by the back of her neck and lifted her to eye level, effortlessly. Backhanding the woman, he knocked her to the ground and with a snap of his fingers, a small table just large enough for the woman formed a few feet from him. Not just your average table, at the top and bottom there were wheels and ropes with a crank extending from them.

Sol, still humming his happy tune, he picked the woman up and ignoring her struggles, he placed her on the table and tied her in. Cranking the wheels, he stretched her legs and arms out until they felt ready to tear. Sol saw that the other two mortals had managed to untangle themselves and were making a break for it.

Sighing, Sol clapped slightly and the two mortals forms stiffened and turned to walk back to him. Pleased with the control he had over their forms, Sol turned his attention back to the female on the rack. By now her voice had grown hoarse and her screams weren't quite so piercing. Sol reached into the bag tied to his belt and removed a scalpel. Ceasing his humming, he leaned in, smiling, and went to work.

[Sylviidae Mallai]

Sylviidae heard the clap of displaced air that always came with teleportation, instinctively crouching and searching for the source. It did not take her long to spot the strange man as he set up his torture device, the three mortals apparently about to experience it first hand. The succubus grimaced in disgust. She adored the suffering and death of humans of course, but the thought of going out of your way to inflict such torment....she would much rather kill cleanly and revel in the rewards.

Scythe leaning casually against one shoulder, Sylviidae walked towards the scene as the woman screamed. After seeing both males return to the man, under his control apparently, she grew more cautious. He was able to teleport, likely able to control it as well, and from what she had seen he had other abilities also. As she moved closer she also began to feel the emptiness in her stomach, her hair standing on end, the feeling one always got around demons. If he was a demon then he was far more powerful than she was.

Starting to consider simply flying away, Sylviidae watched the powerful male pull a scalpel out of the bag and approach the restrained woman. He had to have seen her by now, yet he pretended she did not even exist to return to his torture. A small flame of anger ignited in her heart. She hated to be ignored, but she was also quite afraid. The sight of the tortured girl was also nauseating. Perhaps she could fix all of her problems at once.

Sylviidae reached into the ground with her mind, finding a nice sheet of rock a few feet down. Concentrating, she formed it into a dozen chains which began snaking their way towards the surface. The earth began to boil underneath the table, then the chains erupted in a fountain of dirt. Coiling around the woman and the table both the chains began to grow barbs, tearing through the woman's flesh as the coils slithered around her. The wood of the table groaned in protest, and then cracked in half as the chains pulled back into the ground. The woman till in their grip they began to descend back into the dirt, her weak struggles beginning to cease as the life drained out of her.

Sylviidae stepped forward, eying the disturbed patch of grass which was the only sign left of the woman. A loose mound of dirt now covered the ground between the two broken pieces of the table, the males standing dumbly beside her. "You really shouldn't play with your food you know." She said with a sweet smile at the apparent demon. "All the juices flow out instead of saturating the meat, it ends up being extremely dry and tasteless."

[Solemn Creed]

Sol raised an eyebrow as the woman and his torture table began to descend within the earth, pulled by spiked chains. He took a step back and took a moment to think about this. Sol didn't even have to turn to look and see that it had been the daemon female he had seen earlier. Had it been any other race but daemon, the female would already be on the rack, bleeding her lifeblood into the earth of Sol's home country in replace of the sacrifice she had stolen from him.

Sol turned to the daemon female and smirked "Do you believe that to be wise.." he began with an amused voice "succubus.." Sol appeared to dissolve into smoke and reformed behind the female, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. His grip was iron tight, unbreakable. Sol's aura, one of immense preternatural fear which was tinted with madness and often broke lesser minds, seeped out, betraying just how irritated he was with the female.

Sol was not yet angry, but he was mildly irritated. The wrong words from this female and Sol may find himself soaking the earth of his motherland with the blood of a daemon this night. "Oh, do explain your actions..." While Sol was very fond of all daemons, especially female ones, he would not tolerate such blatant disrespect. His ego flared at the thought. If Sol was not so good with his self control, this daemon would already be lying upon the ground in pieces with the choicest parts being digested within his stomach..

[Sylviidae Mallai]

Syl knew instantly that she was tangling with something so far above her it was not even funny. The aura of terror began to creep over her, far more intense than that of a simple demon. The ground seethed again as the chains re-emerged, placing the now dead body upon the ground. Dirt filled her mouth which was still open in a silent scream, eyes wide and popping from her skull.

"My sincere apologies," Sylviidae began earnestly, hoping that she could talk her way out of this one. Either her display would anger this man into killing her or earn her enough respect to walk away alive. "but I found myself jealous of your attention to the girl. I hate being ignored you see, and merely wished to have the chance to offer you more pleasant diversions." She looked back over her shoulder but found that she could not summon her usual sultry smile. Her lips trembled in real fear for the first time in years, not part of an act this time.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, the succubus struggling to control her breathing. It was most certainly fear that was making her react this way, but as she felt the strength in the hands gripping her hip and shoulder another feeling overcame her.

Most of her sexual encounters involved her being utterly dominant, the weaklings she selected for their easily manipulated minds hardly capable of overcoming her. But now she was in the hands of someone who could break her in half easily, and though the thought was terrifying the rush was also intoxicating. She found her body pressing back against his slightly, her own arms wrapping around behind her so her hands were on his hips. "Forgive my petty selfishness, but I so desired your undivided attention." she just hoped it didn't include torture.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol's mind raced a thousand miles a minute as a thousand voices attempted to have their own input on the daemon female's fate. The voices of pride and ego called for her death, while the sadistic voice insisted upon a painful torture beforehand. Sol felt a mental nudge from a voice, when it spoke of forgiveness and sparing the pitiful creature, Sol could the feel the voices of rage, power, and disgust assault it. Feeling it was time to take control of his own mind back, Sol stepped in and crushed the squabble. The voice of mercy was quickly crushed and disposed of. Such things had no place within his mind.

Sol turned his attentions back outward, the mental debate had lasted within the span of milliseconds and he heard the female give apologies and practically beg for mercy. The fact that she acknowledged his superior power, was even frightened of it, caused him to smirk. Sol was still tempted to kill her and make an example out of her.. remains.. But still, his ego swelled as he began to think of his own magnificence.

Sol raised one eyebrow when the female placed her hands on his hips. The expression showed amusement. If she was attempting to seduce him.. The female, the name Sylviidae he snatched from her mind, would discover that Sol's appetite for the flesh was exactly that; a hunger that would result in making a meal of her. The dead body of the woman he had been planning on torturing was stained with dirt and the sight only further irritated him. Sol flicked his wrist at the body and a large, crushing blast of force his the body, dragging a deep trench in the dirt and obliterating the formerly living female.

Sol leaned forward and whispered into her ear "If you desired my undivided attention, all you needed to do was pray for it and i would have answered.." Sol walked forward, stepping through her as if she was not there and stood in front of her, still smirking. "You know.. I've killed for less, horribly tortured to be exact." Sol chuckled slightly "But for you, maybe an exception shall be made?" when Sol asked this, his tone was almost mocking.

[Sylviidae Mallai]

He would answer her prayers?

Sylviidae felt her blood run cold as he made the claim, eyes wide and shivers wracking her body. Had she really gotten herself into that much trouble? She had never paid any of the gods the slightest bit of attention, believing that only the weak would rely on another being for protection or power. But now that she stood in the presence of what she believed was a god, she could completely understand.

For her entire life she had known some amount of power, the power that made every supernatural different than humanity. She had always hungered for more however, believing that a dragon would elevate her to new heights of strength. But feeling the crushing strength of the man standing behind her, sensing the incredible power within him and hearing the confidence in his voice...she craved a piece of such power, not even caring how she came to get it.

"You...you are too kind to me Lord Creed." Sylviidae murmured, her voice shaking with terror as she prayed that her guess was correct. No other god was ever said to behave in such a way, and hopefully those rumors were true. "I am undeserving of your attentions of course, but I am more than willing to serve your will in whatever way I may." of course if this really was Solemn Creed that could mean she could be a slab of meat for him to carve up, a toy for other sadistic pleasures, or a servant. She fervently hoped for the latter.

[Solemn Creed]

"Kind..." Sol chuckled "that is not a word i am often known for." he reached up with one hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully. Truth be told, Sol was not fond of weak daemons. They gave the race a bad name, and as their patron god and formerly a daemon himself, this reflected badly on him. But something about this female.. Maybe it was because she was a daemon, but Sol did not want to kill her.

Sol grinned "Im not going to kill you, but being God of Entropy.. I feel you may be of some use to me, so rather than torture you to death and possibly eat you," Sol paused for a moment in his speech to allow her a moment to think "I am going to allow you to serve me." he walked around the daemon female "And from your thoughts.. Such a notion does not seem to displease you.."

Sol grinned and halted his walk in front of the female. He was not going to killer, nor was he going to maim her. This had been established. An amused look in his eyes he asked her "What do you say, Sylviidae Mallai?"

[Sylviidae Mallai]

Sylviidae took several seconds to realize that a response was expected from her. She was so stunned by the realization that she was going to be allowed to live that she remained silent. "It would be an honor to dedicate myself to you Lord Creed." she replied eagerly, wondering why it was necessary for her to speak if he could read her thoughts. She would have to remember to be honest around him, lying had become almost instinctive for her.

She hesitated, knowing that he was reading the thoughts but still reluctant to actually voice them herself. "To...to be honest Lord," she began, deciding that showing him respect could hardly hurt. "I had expected to die as soon as you identified yourself. I know very well that I am weak compared to you, but I am more than willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill your wishes." the last part of her thoughts she did leave unspoken, that even her life was a price she would pay.

She knew she would be willing to die for Solemn Creed because if her loyalty was anything less than complete he would kill her far more painfully. No matter what task he set her she would pursue it like a rabid dog, knowing that dying in the attempt would be by far the easier death. She could see the gleam of cruelty in the eyes of the god, recognized the same uncaring and monstrous heart that she herself possessed. She did not doubt that she would beg for death were he to torture her. "My life is yours, God of Entropy." she whispered, knowing that she would come to regret the words but never renounce them.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol's face immediately softened and a genuinely warm grin split his handsome face. He clapped the female daemon on the shoulder. "Dont look so down, Syl!" Sol laughed a bit. "You're most likely going to enjoy what i have in store for you, the devious little succubus that you are..." He put his arm around her waist and teleported them to his castle.

He paused momentarily to allow then succubus to get used to her new surroundings and overcome any potential nausea. There was now a grand entrance hall a good 120ft long and 70ft high. At the end, one could see a throne of dark, blackened steel with large spikes at its central and outer points curving up towards the ceiling. Upon its seat was a cushion of black velvet, stitched with the hair of angels. The throne itself sat upon a large obsidian dais, raising whoever were to sit upon it above all but the most massive of mortals.

Sol strode along the white marble walkway, he motioned for the succubus to follow him, nodding to the two huge door guards who guarded the throne room. Veined with black, featuring flecks of gold, the walkway was small and led straight to the throne. It was obviously reserved only for the Archfiend himself and his special guests. Massive pillars stood a short distance from the walls stretched up towards the ceiling and draped along their sides, facing out from the wall, were tapestries depicting the mark of Solemn Creed.

Finally having reached his throne, Sol climbed the dais and sat on the throne, looking small in comparison as if a child climbing into his father's seat. However, Sol's form quickly changed as he reverted to his natural rich, crimson skin tone, elegant horns growing from his head, fingernails turning black, and his stature growing to that of over 9ft in height. He now fit perfectly upon his throne and he shifted and assumed a more relaxed pose so that one leg draped over the right arm of the throne and he leaned back against the other.

"Sylviidae Mallai.. What is it you most desire?" Sol smirked, knowing he could easily tear the fact from her mind, but that would defeat the fun.. he may even grant her wish..

[Sylviidae Mallai]

Sylviidae was doubtful when he mentioned that she would enjoy what he was planning for her. As far as the legends and rumors went, very few people other than Solemn Creed ever benefited from the actions of Solemn Creed. She was not quite self absorbed enough to believe that he considered her a special case.

The teleportation threw her off balance, the succubus wobbling slightly and fighting to keep her stomach down. She swallowed and steadied herself, refusing to show any more weakness before her new god. She was well aware how puny she was even by the standards of most supernaturals, much less compared to a god. She found that there was an iron hard determination forming within her, a desire to prove herself worthy of Solemn's regard. Looking around at the magnificent throne room she realized just how hard that was going to be.

The guards were massive, either of them easily capable of pulling her limbs off like the wings of a fly. Everywhere she looked there was tasteful, if dark and morbid, opulence. It was a throne room she herself would absolutely love but would never have had the creativity to design. It was a throne room to intimidate, to show just how much power and cruelty flowed through the man who had made it. It was quite effective, the succubus trying to keep from shaking.

The dark majesty of the god as he reverted to his true form made the room seem dull and bland by comparison, Sylviidae's eyes widening in surprise at the sight. He was glorious, an avatar of power and malice the likes of wish she could hardly believe. His towering form gleamed the color of blood, horns curling back elegantly. She knew then and there that she was gazing upon divinity, knew that she desired a taste of what Solemn had found for himself, no matter how she got it.

He asked her true desire, and Sylviidae could only smile at the question. There was no hesitation at all as she replied. "I want power." she breathed, a darkness gathering in her eyes as she spoke. "The power to destroy those who oppose me, to dominate those who do not willingly kneel before...you." she had almost said 'me' but knew very well that none would ever kneel to her. She was the servant of a god, a demon who had to borrow the power of someone greater to become strong. She would bask in the glory she brought to Creed.

She was not certain if the god was continuing to read her thoughts, but she left the rest of her desire unspoken. She wanted the power to stop being afraid. She wanted the power to know that she could defend herself, to crush any Hunters or other suypernaturals that came after her. She wanted power so that she would never again have to hide who, what, she was from the world.

Eyes burning with desire and devotion Sylviidae came to truly worship the god sitting before her. All her life she had desired nothing but the power to do as she wished, to freely behave however she saw fit. The strength to walk openly before humanity, taunting their weakness as they failed to destroy her. Though he had not truly made the offer, Sylviidae knew that Creed could give her this power. She knew that he could grant her deepest desires, and that was the only kind of loyalty that she understood. He would give her power, and she would give him her very life, her soul if he asked it, and be smiling the entire time.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol studied the succubus, admiring her form. She indeed would appear attractive to any other, especially a daemon male, but a daemon male Sol was no longer. While he admired the curves he body possessed and the skill in which she wielded them, what he truly liked about her was what could be found inside. Despite her seemingly fragile form, Syl was still a daemon and not an ordinary one at that. As he had seen in Vigil, Sol could tell Syl possessed great potential.

He stood and stepped down from the obsidian dais of his thrown and walked over to Syl. Reaching up with one hand, Sol stroked the side of her face "And I shall give you all those things.. even desires left unspoken.. " Sol smirked, of course he had been reading her mind. His naturally wandered, and ended up with the minds of others "But you shall have to earn the greater privileges.. "

With that Sol leaned forward and bit Syl on the neck, causing extreme pain within her as part of him left his body to take up residence within her. She was now an Agent of Disorder, his very own. Syl would find herself with the ability to teleport at will, though it would be at random. Taking a step back, Sol allowed her a moment to writhe on the floor, admiring his handiwork. On her neck, where he had bitten her, was a grinning silver skull with red lines of blood dripping down its face, almost appearing animated and laughing.

Smirking, Sol pointed over at a chest by his throne "When you have recovered, there is something waiting within that chest for you. Consider it yet another gift from yours truly." He chuckled slightly and disappeared, Knowing as soon as she took the whip she would be teleported from his castle to elsewhere and the whip itself would speak of its properties to her, for Sol had enchanted it himself.

[Sylviidae Mallai]

Sylviidae fought to stay conscious, her vision graying for several long minutes as she convulsed weakly on the ground. The pain was all consuming, flowing through her veins like a poison. It took all of her concentration just to hear what Solemn said, gritting her teeth and nodding. She could hear the quiet chuckles of the massive guardians as she struggled to her feet at last, body still shaking from the lingering agony.

The weakened succubus walked over to the chest, her memory now recalling the brush of a gods hand across her cheek, making her shudder with pleasure. A smile spread across her face as she lifted the lid, looking in with anticipation. A coiled whip lay neatly in the bottom of the chest, the long length of leather studded with small blades that were wickedly barbed at the ends.

Sylviidae felt her smile go wider, reaching in for the whip and gripping the handle. She was teleported once more, appearing back in Ireland with the whip in hand. She felt power surging through her as she held the weapon, the knowledge of what it did and how to use it flooding her mind. She snapped the whip out, the long length uncoiling and cutting a neat line through the ground. Sparks of lightning shot out from the contact, lighting up the wickedly grinning face of the demon. The weapon whispered its name to her, and she quietly said it out loud. "Dio Flagello, the God Scourge." she muttered, stroking the handle of her new weapon. "We are going to be great friends."