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  1. Walking behind the buildings of Briaré she waited for her prey to follow. Surveying the surroundings she came to the back door of a run down tavern and slowly peeked inside. One cook busy at his job inhabited the room and Natasha thought this would suit her needs perfectly. Slinking in to the kitchen she came up silently behind the cook and whispered "sleep" in her venom laced voice, and that he did, instantly, with a soft thud as he hit the wooden floor. Moving toward the door that connected the kitchen to the rest of the tavern and the inn she turned the lock shut and waited for her intended victim to make his entrance. As on cue the Mayor, following her intoxicating scent came lumbering in to the kitchen whilst Natasha slid behind him and locked the back door as well, "Perfect." A large butcher block table sat in the middle of the room and without hesitation Natasha pushed the Mayor up on to it, his reactions slowed by the toxins, she had full control. As he sat on the edge of the table with legs hanging down she lithely situated herself up into his lap. "Well my dear, it seems you have decided to take your little excursion in to the forest a bit too far? Territory owned by the goblins yes?" The Mayor had a glazed look in his eyes and nodded for yes. "Hiring the Hellfighter Company, costs be damned? You knew exactly what they would face did you not?" The Mayor nodded once again. "Putting one of my own at risk, even a halfbreed is not something I take lightly...especially when my Master wants him in one piece. I witnessed with my own eyes what has happened to him and you my dear sir have made me very upset, and we wouldn't want to do that now would we? "Eyes widening the Mayor shook his head for no but was still unable to speak." Moving her body so she was straddling the lap of her victim she looked into his eyes, delving into his soul to see his true intentions. "What a disgusting man you are deep down, I admire that a little, but like I said, do not come between mine and my Master, you have made a grave mistake." Reaching in to the Mayor's pocket she pulled out a large sack of coins, "Is this what you owe Faust? Did you intend on paying him or did you imagine that he would die and you'd save a pretty bit of gold? Well I will take care of that for you." The Mayor was quaking in fear now. "Oh shh my darling it is quite alright, you will only get what you deserve, but the entire time you will think you are enjoying it. Isn't that what you like to inflict on other people's lives?" As Natasha spoke these last words she slowly brought her crimson lips up to those of the mayor and ran her tongue gently along the bottom one before biting so hard it drew blood. The Mayor whimpered softly, "Hush hush now we can't be having you bringing a crowd..." As barely her last words were spoken Natasha pulled out an obsidian blade from her thigh holster and dispatched of the Mayor with a quick and deep slit to the throat, laying him deftly on the butchers block. Wiping her blade of his pants she smiled "How fitting for a pig to be up on the table for slaughter." Exiting quietly out the backdoor whence she came she strolled through the town with a wicked smile on her face, making it to the Mayors own office before stopping. Donning an invisibility spell taking just a hint of her power and enchanting her steps to be silent she walked inside the tallest building in town where the beast had fancied himself above the rest, and walked into his private quarters where he handled his business. Setting the large pouch of coins on the desk in front of her and lounging lazily in the oversized leather chair she knew that Faust would come to collect his earnings, and she would be there waiting for him.
  2. From her hidden vantage point Natasha viewed a strange scenario unfold. The bloodied man in armor had let out a demonic shriek from within that he didn't seem to be able to control, so powerful that he could only be her target, Faust Reinhart. Watching him closely as he stayed low to the ground, obviously injured but still radiating immense power a smirk curled one side of her mouth. Moving more behind the tree that she was leaning against she closed her eyes and summoned images of the Infernal Realm and projected her consciousness there. "Mephisto, my Lord, he has been found." The message short and sweet but satisfying as her Master's plan was coming into fruition by help of her own actions. Reopening her eyes she sensed the approach of another being, this one not of elf nature like the other two. Suddenly a giant wolf figure burst on to the scene with a Neko woman riding it. "What an interesting sight that is..." Natasha pondered, "A cat riding a dog." Watching the scene unfold it became clear that the newcomer and the elf female knew each other and Natasha scoffed, "too many people to execute my plan now, I'll have to get creative." Keeping herself hidden she pulled out her black leather book and began to draw runes again in ebony ink. After penning the symbols she needed she rested her lips softly against the page, taking the magick within herself and exhaling a stream of her own demonic essence into the air surrounding her. Finishing her breath out she directed said essence to approach the man Faust where he currently was and bypass the two females. Not sensing any demonic tendencies to them they would not be able to pick up on this subtle message she sent to Faust alone. Her essence she blew contained not much more than a hint that she was there, not her exact identity but a call to him, a reminder of who he truly was, and she needed to lure him away from this place. After finishing her spell she decided that no more here was necessary to be seen and she raised her arms turning a series of gestures to suddenly crack the air and time space to allow her to return to the field that she entered this realm in. "How shall I bring you to me Faust," Natasha thought out loud whilst sitting amongst the flowers she loved so much. Reaching out her long slender fingers she caressed a nearby petal, red as she blood she had seen spilled in that forest, yet not tainted with the blackness that had reached those wretched goblins. Pure and lovely this flower was, something she herself would never be. Shaking off the thought she stood and smoothed out the bunching of her silken scarlet dress and decided to head back in to town and see what information she could find. Dry dirt surrounded her shoes by the time she reached the Briaré again and the bustle of the market seemed to never quit. Casually browsing vendor stalls she glanced at silver wares, beautiful textiles, handmade pottery, and so much more. "Mortals are such curious creatures with their never ending want to craft with their own two hands." Natasha could not deny that these items were aesthetically pleasing but the endless repetition in the items she saw as she ventured from tent to tent bored her. Reaching the town square she could hear a loud voice shouting that the goblins were being vanquished, the city was safe, all things would be taken care of in the name of justice. Gazing up she noticed a risen podium where it could only be the Mayor stood, making sure he got word out that he was to be praised for making sure the goblin menace was handled. Natasha grimaced, having seen for herself the truth she knew this man to be a farce. A man like that could come in handy though... Stepping to the front of the mob listening to the man ramble on she got as close to the podium as she could. Once there she sent a pulse of her power towards him for just a split second, enough to draw his attention. Mid sentence he stopped and looked down, directly into her eyes. "Tsk tsk tsk Mister Mayor, you shouldn't have done that," she thought to herself, and with a seductive smile she curled her finger towards him, motioning him to follow her as she turned slowly to walk around the crowd. Suddenly the Mayor decided his speech needed to be over and abruptly wrapped it up before talking to his guards quickly and then heading in Natasha's direction. Dark satisfaction filled her body as she continued to move away from the population, leaving a trail for him to follow now that he was hooked. A plaything with possible information would not do her wrong while she waited to make her next move.
  3. An abyss between planes, dark and deserted, blacker than the darkest night presented itself as the powerful succubus channeled all of herself in to the rift to reach the mortal realm. Spinning, spinning, spinning, and finally a light was seen in the distance. Taking hold of herself she gathered a large amount of strength and vaulted towards said light and presented in front of the swirling portal. Standing as close as she dared to the door between worlds she peered around to make sure no one would spy her stepping through. Deeming the coast was clear she took one large step to the other side and when her whole body was through the portal snapped shut with an audible "pop!" Always sunny it seemed, the mortal realm. Natasha had come to land in a field of flowers not unlike the ones she modeled her own kingdom after and sank to her knees lightly to examine the view. The abundance of flora was astounding and beautiful, seeing it through eyes that weren't tainted by the infernal realm was an ecstasy she would never come to get used to. Looking up to the sky she saw the most minimal of wispy white clouds floating in a sea of blue, stunning. Continuing to survey her surrounding area she noticed she was close to a dirt path. Rising ever so carefully to her feet she regained her bearings in the body that she wasn't immediately accustomed to. When visiting the mortal realm Natasha had to supremely stifle her power level to attempt and make herself unnoticeable to mortals or other magical creatures, it was something she hated. Approaching a wooden sign cast on the side of the road pointing north it claimed to lead to a town called Briaré. Given no direct clues from Mephisto as where to find Faust and the random insertion point of her being into this realm she set off on slightly tired legs towards this mentioned town. Reaching Briaré she took in the quaint and happy surroundings, vendors, customers, inns and other shops, not unlike any other roadside town. Reaching the center of this town she entered the local Inn. Immediately noticed by the bartender she gave her brightest and most welcoming smile before bespelling him with a charm that would draw no further attention. Climbing the stairs quietly up to the patron rental rooms she sensed a strong male force nearby...she needed to replenish her power stores after traversing the realms. Never needing a key she silently opened the lock and strode on completely noiseless steps into the room. Bright green eyes peered upon a soldier fast asleep, he would do. Approaching the side of his bed she wasted no time in reaching up behind her neck and untying the ribbon that held her silken red dress up, dropping it to the floor. Stepping up even closer to the mattress in one quick move she straddled the waist of the man, promptly waking him up. Being a soldier at first he was startled before he gazed upon her perfect figure sitting atop him. "Well well, what do we have here?" he said in a gruff voice. Natasha had no time for games or for flirting her way to her goal at this point, she came for essence and essence alone. Bending down she fiercely pressed her mouth to his and caressed his tongue with her own. As he began to take in her saliva he drifted off into a trance led by dreams letting him see what he wished would actually happen with her at this very moment. Pulling her lips mere inches away from his she began to draw in a deep breath. As this breathe was drawn she pulled at his innermost spirit, the essence of life, of all that gave him strength. Her body shuddered in delight as she took this into herself and her eyes rolled back....delicious. Bringing essence into her body always brought out her inner succubus, displaying large dark wings from her back, a thin membrane separating bony pieces that held their shape, a dark maroon hue took them. She also was unable to control the curl of her demonic horns as she feasted. After she had taken her fill she planted one last kiss on the man's lips and whispered "Nighty night," leaving him to delicious dreams that he would never know for sure if were true or not. Standing back up she slipped back in to her dress, returned to her human looking form, and made her way back downstairs into the inn. Exiting to the outside she heard a sweet song on the air that seemed to be coming from a nearby tree. Before she could identify the singer the song was over and she spotted several juicy apples growing from the suspected tree. Approaching elegantly she pulled the best looking fruit, as red as blood and sank her teeth into it, juice running down her chin. Reaching up swiftly to wipe away the overflow she smiled into the bite, remembering just how scrumptious everything could be on this plane. Enjoying her snack she suddenly stopped mid bite smelling something on the wind, something she had scented many times before....the iron, the copper, blood. Unafraid of the consequences and not knowing exactly where to start on her hunt as well she took up the scent and began to make her way to its source, tossing the apple core over her shoulder. As she walked deeper into the forest she spied corpses, many corpses, men and goblin alike. The goblins were what made her stop in her tracks though. Mixed within their lifeblood was a black substance, unknown. Natasha bent down and dipped her finger in it, instinctively putting it to her lips, it was foul! Spitting and grimacing she quickly righted herself and continued on. As she ventured further she heard a voice, female, possibly an elf. Reaching the area she sought she moved behind a near tree and took in what she saw, a man covered in injuries bleeding profusely and an elf maiden adorned in armor. Did she dare approach? For now she would watch, and listen to see if this scenario helped her on her quest.
  4. The seventh kingdom of the infernal realm was a place Natasha had made her own, shaped and molded to her desires. Gazing around with her black orbs she looked one last time upon her kingdom, her home, before she would set off to depart at her Master's stern command. Over the many years of rule in this circle, Natasha had created a place of solitude and her own version of peace amongst the madness. A large obsidian castle reigned largely in the very center, spires reaching high into the darkness, the structure itself glistening as the surrounding flames danced, reflecting off its surface. A moat of hellfire put place as a safeguard circled her stronghold in case of rogue demons or other invaders, a certain devil spawn came to mind when she gazed upon this feature. Outside of the circle was a vast meadow. In the times Natasha had visited the mortal realm she had admired certain things she found beautiful. Though she may be the creation of the devil himself she bore feelings inside her that ranged out from just hatred and rage. Fields upon fields stretched as far as the eye could see, flowers blooming endlessly, never affected by the searing heat, Natasha's power sustained them. A waterfall, and pond also graced the beauty of her magical landscape, and she sighed heavily gazing fondly at her special spot before donning her hard demeanor once more to refocus on the task at hand. The sharpness and fierce presence of her castle re-centered her and a soft click came as she ascended the stairs back inside to prepare. Mephisto had disappeared in a pillar of flame just as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving her with orders to depart immediately. These were not orders she would ever think to disobey. Raising her fist high into the air she slowly opened her fingers one by one as she stood in the foyer, releasing a bit of herself into her palace to that which she would know if it was invaded or disturbed while she was away, this she would not accept. Though Damien was only in the second circle currently, one could never underestimate a devil. Natasha deemed the Mother of Demons never went anywhere without her black runed book. In this book contained the power with which to borne these said demons. After taking the essence from human or other-kind alike she would return to her realm and use blood or ink depending on the strength of the demon she wanted to summon, and would draw the effective runes in to said book. Those runes would then be absorbed into the page, along with the essence from her body. As a demon was born she would nourish it with her power in many different ways, may it be a bite to her wrist, a collar woven from her hair, a taste of her blood, a piece of her would be given, but that's where the motherhood ended. The demons would then be set loose to battle each other, survival of the fittest. She would never present Mephisto with anything less than pristine and extremely powerful. The essence of those that did not survive would be taken back into her being and given in power to her realm. Thinking upon all these things she would leave behind she shook her head once more to clear if of these ridiculous emotions and began to think rationally. First she would need to change her appearance. Running her hands slowly down her body she willed her magical armor to morph and stretch along her curves and flesh to create what looked to anyone on the mortal realm as a red dress, the dress of a seductress, hugging every in and out of her form in just the right place, leaving little to be desired, just how she liked it. Her face did not need much changing to blend in except for her strong ebony eyes, she settled upon an emerald green to compliment the red and after gazing in a nearby mirror she was satisfied with the final look, one no mere mortal could resist. Grabbing her beloved and necessary book once more she gently bit the tip of her finger until her life essence begin to spill and she quickly started to scrawl symbols, runes, magick unto the pages. As she did this a black and swirling orb appeared before her, floating mid air. As she witnessed the orb she started chanting in the guttural and ancient language of her people. The orb began to fluctuate and bend, sparks flew, screams emitted, Natasha grinned as she called upon her deepest powers and inner demon to summon this portal. After the spell was complete she stood before an undulating portal, the other side displaying the mortal realm. Closing her book tightly she took one last gaze at her surroundings, sucked in a deep breath and stepped through the portal to the other side.
  5. The Mother of Demons they called her, Duchess, ruler of the 7th kingdom in the Infernal Realm...Natasha. A silken sheet of ebony tresses swayed behind the Succubus as she paced around her throne room, heels clicking ever so softly on the black marble. Attuned so deeply as she was to the Infernal Realm and her Lord Mephisto she sensed a coming, something stirring, disturbance amongst them beyond the already raging war with Damien that surrounded them. In defense of her kingdom and befitting of her status she donned an armor made from the most precious materials the realm had to offer, forged by demons and infused with power of Mephisto himself. This armor served not only to protect what she already had power over, but at her slightest whim could be transformed to look like absolutely anything she desired, this was how she hunted her prey, how she won her essences. Creating the most powerful demons in the name of her Lord was not a simple task, but she rejoiced in every minute of this service. Taking from those what they may or may not want to freely give imbued her with a sense of overwhelming euphoria and had led to the status she achieved up until now. She was the queen of seduction, of trickery to mortals and immortals alike, Natasha was never denied what she desired. As she continued to walk the length up to her throne she approached a scrying vessel that was seated at the right hand of her iron glory, nestled in a tower of demon skulls. Those bones belonged to demons born that did not meet her high standards she then had banished forever by a swift death, a bowl full of blood given by the most powerful of her subjects rested. Approaching the crimson liquid she dipped one delicate finger into the burning life essence and proceeded to place its contents on her tongue. Taking in the power given within this force she was then greeted by a pulse among the scarlet puddle that matched the next beat of her heart. Metal covered digits ending in long fingernails clicked against the bowl as she peered her dark orbs over it and was immediately greeted by a sense of unease, of a darkness greater than even her realm. Blackness, death, suffering, things she was not unused to, but on an even deeper level. A disturbing sensation crawled up her spine and displeased the Duchess to such an extent that she reached out in a furious rage, slamming her palm against the scrying vessel, splattering the blood all around her feet. For this mess she did not care, for the feeling she was given at her gaze between realms she felt unease. Suddenly as she attempted to put this destructive feeling out of her mind the entire castle shook, the feeling of immense power overwhelmed her senses and she knew who approached. "Mephisto, my Lord, you bless my presence." A swirl of raging fire appeared in front of her throne, she ascended the stairs and took a seat, reveling in the power she felt around her and inside of her as she took her spot before her master. Fingertips digging into the armrests she licked her lips ever so slowly in preparation for what might bring the almighty himself to her kingdom. Entranced by the flames, she gazed longingly into the intense fury that raged just feet from her face, no fear emanated from Natasha, just awe. Mephisto "spoke" of fools and his meddling son, of Xellos and discord amongst the two. "Xellos not wanting to take action? Why am I not surprised. Should you have need of me to persuade him?" A sultry laugh came deep from within her at the idea of seducing Xellos, oh what a fun endeavor that would be. Bringing her mind back to the present she acknowledged what her Lord next requested of her, attendance to the Mortal Realm. Natasha was powerful enough to travel there on her own volition, and did so frequently to steal the essences of men and other beings at the will of her master to create the beautiful creatures who served them both, so she was not unfamiliar with the Realm itself, but had not delved deeply into what it held as far as powerful beings, this would be a very new venture for her. "I do not know the tribulations to be faced on this mortal plane, though I would never deny your orders my liege. My one request would be that you bestow upon me a guard, as I will have to greatly suppress my powers once I cross over. It will take me time to siphon enough of the weak essence these underlings provide me to gain a 'normal' aura to surround myself and if I were to fail you out of weakness I could not forgive myself and would require only banishment." Hearing next that she would be seeking out Faust the archdemon she raised one corner of her mouth, not opposed to this idea. "I am ready to do your bidding great one, when would you have me disperse?" Letting the flames consume her mind and reflect in her eyes she shifted a bit in her throne, crossing one leg over the other and giving a grin that would shatter the psyche of even the strongest players.
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