A Night of Blood (Finished)

[Victoria Belmis]

When the God told them that he had been observing both of the demons, Victoria was almost sure he was there to punish them for something that they might of done, making the demoness re-think a mental list of everything that could have enervate Solemn. But to her surprise the demon-God proceed to praise them, even referring to them as competent individuals. The female was so baffled by his words that she couldn't afford to feel proud... at least for now. Solemn then determined the conditions and duties that were to come with the tittle of agent, that seemed fair enough for Victoria. The female felt humbled, for once in her life, and honored for being considered a demon worth the blessing of Solemn Creed.

The Demon-God showed them a chest, signaling that they should choose one of the artifacts in it. The female caught a glance of Astaroth eyes, probably searching for her reaction to all of this, but before she could even respond, he approached the chest first, taking a chain. She waited till Astaroth made his choice and moved still a bit hesitating, like she was walking on thin ice, her eyes moving from the God to the chest countless times.

There were many items that many demons would kill to get their hands on, but Victoria's eyes were dragged to a small round object. A golden pocket watch, with the symbol of Solemn creed engraved on it's case, Victoria ran her fingers through it and she felt a voice inside her head, she couldn't hear it she could only understand it. “Manipulate the actions of others through the power of hypnosis. The ability to control the behavior of a person is craved by many, but not all are able use it wisely... Do it so, and great advantages may come to you.” A shiver went down her spine as those words sink in to her brain, she lift her head returning to her place in silence letting the golden chain of the watch drop through her fingers, completely sure of the choice she had just made.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol grinned, watching with an amused look on his face as the two chose their artifacts. They chose well, considering the incredibly weak magical items before them. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. Astaroth had an incredible potential for mayhem but Victoria would make a much better, more charismatic leader. Sol nodded his head, it was decided then. While brute force was important, the more delicate touch would be better for maintaining control over an entire church of anarchy crazed individuals. Victoria would make a good candidate, but for now, she would be put in charge of the lowest of his church which were the Agents of Mayhem

Sol walked towards Astaroth, a smile upon his face. He poked the daemon in the chest and the black talon of his forefinger penetrated up to an inch. Sol watched as the male fell to the floor screaming and writhing in pain as a part of Sol was infused into him. He tapped his foot waiting for it to end as he watched the silver skull dripping blood mark the place where Sol had touched Astaroth's chest. "Congratulations. You are now officially an Agent of Mayhem." Sol grinned and quickly walked over to Victoria.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he thought about where to put her mark. Having decided, Sol leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across the left side of her neck. Within seconds, she was also on the ground, feeling the pain of Sol's invasive presence. Whistling a merry tune, Sol plopped back down onto his throne and waited for the two to recover. "OK, so, believe it or not, there is a hierarchy within my 'church'. Currently, it is devoid of leadership, so Victoria, I am placing you in charge of the lowest tier of my worshipers. Congrats on your new promotion. This is to test whether or not you can one day handle things at the very top." Sol turned to Astaroth "I am not pleased with your lack of discipline, otherwise you would be the one in charge. But don't worry, you still have a chance to prove yourself if you manage to impress me. Good luck." Sol couldn't help but chuckle at that last remark.