We are Legion and we are many

You may call me Thamuz, shadow demon and High Duke of the Infernal Armies of Gehenna OC blog for the Ao No Exorcist fandom Sidebar and avatar images by Mavrosh on deviantART

[father-of-all-lies]

"Do you even have any idea why I left Gehenna to begin with?"

Satan gazes at tbe hellhound with a bored expression “Do enlighten me, my daughter, eh?”

[hellbound-mutt]

infernal-high-duke:

Thamuz had been engaged in a close quarters sparring match with a fellow soldier when the servant dressed in the court colours of Satan came scurrying up to him. The barracks courtyard was a busy place with warriors practicing their fighting moves, sharpening their weapons and tending to their horses. The place reeked of leather, sweat and dung and Thamuz could not think of a better smell It was the only place he felt at home.

The message was simple, he was to report to Satan immediately which gave him no time to prepare. All he could do was quickly wash his muddied, bloodied face in a bucket of water and hurry up to the citadel. His long hair is gone, replaced by an easier to care for shorter style which his mother said made him even more handsome.

A whispered shadow spell had him arrive instantly outside his lord and masters chamber. He enters, falling to one knee in a subservient bow which was proper for his current place in the hierarchy of Gehenna. When told to rise, he cannot help his surprise to see his wayward mate standing there, next to her father. His eyes do indeed widen with surprise and he offers her a stiff shorter bow.

“L-lady Paradox, It is unexpected to see you here..” as usual he has no idea how to speak to her and feels rather awkward “Uh…are you here for long?”

No one would ever guess they were mated…

   “I get that a lot. I am unexpected sight for most people.” Despite the comment she tried to smile. The best way to bury he absolute disgust for the current situation. Though a sigh escaped her at his question. “I am starting to feel rather cramped so honestly–probably not. We all know I am most comfortable in Assiah,” Sadly more welcome and found more affectionate faces there. Although she would have to give credit where it was due. Shorter hair suited Thamuz so much more. The man was in need of bath but certainly a looker.

   Leaning against a nearby wall in an attempt to hold her body and maybe her attention. “I was just explaining to my father here how we have tried to make things work–but it just doesn’t seem meant to be.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Don’t be shy about it either. I have already told him.” 

[infernal-high-duke]

The young shadow demon just swallows nervously and bows once more to his glowering master and then to Paradox again. He feels quite caught between a fiery chasm and a molten pit. He has no clue how to answer or how to express his true feelings that he agreed with Paradox. To do so would likely put him in Satan’s bad graces and also anger the old demon.

Despite his warrior lifestyle he was still bought up to be a gentleman, so answered the only way he knew how, So as to keep Paradox safe from here father’s ire

“My lord, the blame lays solely on myself, I have been very inattentive to my mate’s needs. The mating came as quite the shock to me, I was ill prepared for such a thing and cannot see myself as a worthy mate to anyone. My Lord..Paradox has tried her best, I am to blame .” He knew he was babbling now from fear mostly and he was back on his knees, head bowed never looking Satan or Paradox in the eye

“Please forgive me, My Lord but I will suffer any punishment you see fit to place upon me. I am not worthy of your most gracious daughter..”

[father-of-all-lies]

"Do you even have any idea why I left Gehenna to begin with?"

Satan gazes at tbe hellhound with a bored expression “Do enlighten me, my daughter, eh?”

[hellbound-mutt]

father-of-all-lies:

Satan taps a claw against the arm of his chair, as he scowls back at his daughter. It was true that she and her new husband did not really get on as a mated couple, despite him believing they were a perfect match. The young Thamuz more interested in fighting and his duty and seemed to find females confusing. Indeed their mating had even yet to be consummated in the bedchamber which was another problem. Paradox was just being bullheaded and difficult, as usual. He doubted any male her father chose would please her

“Then if you will not go to him, he shall come here and we shall sort out this mess” The beast speaks as if he had not even heard or was choosing to ignore her last words, as a servant scurries off to collect the young warrior demon

   A frustrated sigh escaped her parted lips but she smiled. If her father thought the two of them, herself and Thamuz, had not had pow-wows before–he was wrong. While she was bullheaded on the surface, the hound certainly had less bitter feelings. After all she had the heart to prove it. Paradox just didn’t show it to whom she was afraid of on an emotional level. 

   “Do what you like there, Papa.” Saying somewhat mockingly. “When you rope the man from his bar–I mean barracks–I will be honored to beat the dead topic some more.” If the lord would admit, even privately, that he was wrong in this situation and how he handled a younger, more violent hellhound all those centuries ago—their father daughter relationship would be so much better. Until that cold, sulfur free day in Gehenna their interactions will be toxic. Although in times of calm silence she wondered if Satan missed the days of his young daughter following him around so fondly. Then again he could always just create a new follower…there was nothing stopping him.

[infernal-high-duke]

Thamuz had been engaged in a close quarters sparring match with a fellow soldier when the servant dressed in the court colours of Satan came scurrying up to him. The barracks courtyard was a busy place with warriors practicing their fighting moves, sharpening their weapons and tending to their horses. The place reeked of leather, sweat and dung and Thamuz could not think of a better smell It was the only place he felt at home.

The message was simple, he was to report to Satan immediately which gave him no time to prepare. All he could do was quickly wash his muddied, bloodied face in a bucket of water and hurry up to the citadel. His long hair is gone, replaced by an easier to care for shorter style which his mother said made him even more handsome.

A whispered shadow spell had him arrive instantly outside his lord and masters chamber. He enters, falling to one knee in a subservient bow which was proper for his current place in the hierarchy of Gehenna. When told to rise, he cannot help his surprise to see his wayward mate standing there, next to her father. His eyes do indeed widen with surprise and he offers her a stiff shorter bow.

“L-lady Paradox, It is unexpected to see you here..” as usual he has no idea how to speak to her and feels rather awkward “Uh…are you here for long?”

No one would ever guess they were mated…

[hellbound-mutt]

Red in Tooth and Claw

[infernal-high-duke]

“You will have a separate bedchamber in the East wing of our new palace. Your father has kindly provided us with a home along with servants….” He coughs, takes another gulp of wine before continuing “This mating is…difficult for me, so sudden, Paradox. I mean no insult, as you are an attractive female but right now I cannot share a bed with you, to do so would not be honourable or fair to you…”

The shadow demon drops his voice to a whisper, mindful of those that might be listening, aware that his words could be seen as traitorous

“I know what is expected of us and those involved care little for our welfare. I will be a good husband to you, Paradox. I will provide for you and protect you, of that you have my word as a warrior”

[hellbound-mutt]

A deep, almost beastly sigh escaped her. No doubt capturing even the fluttering attention of her father whom was still close by. “What lovely presents my Father has left for us.” While she did mean her words she was clearly upset. Since when was mating difficult? At least for a Gehennan born and raised demon? Here she thought just about ever demon was waiting and willing. Especially with any sort of kin to the lord himself. While she did respect his choice she just didn’t understand why. In lay the frustration.

Glaring at the nearest servant, the poor fellow, brought her an apple upon a tray. Like human flesh her fangs went into the fruit, tearing it apart, waving off the servant. Hell has no fury like Paradox viciously going into an apple. Upon finishing the snack she rose from her chair, not giving so much as a damn if it was were wedding or not–she was leaving. “Thank you for your lovely words.” With a dulled black flame her entire being vanished from sight. All the commotion happening she had at least thirty minutes before her guests noticed her missing. Her mate and even father on the other hand, would no doubt notice much faster.

[infernal-high-duke]

He was not surprised she had upped and left so suddenly, his refusal to bed her on the day of their mating must have stung a little. He had hoped he could have expained further to her but it would have to wait, as he doubted she would want to be even in the same room as him right now. Thamuz glances over at Satan, worried the demon god would have noticed Paradox’s departure. To his surprise the throne was empty, even Satan had grown tired of the festivities it seemed. Or had he gone to comfort his daughter? Thamuz very much doubted that was the case. It was more likely Satan had taken his concubine to his chamber.

Thamuz glances around, no one has really noticed Paradox’s sudden exit, not yet anyway. He gets to his feet and marches over to the group of demons that were what he could call his closest comrades. They cheer as he approaches but he  shakes his head, gesturing for them to quieten down.

“We are leaving, I am done with this ridiculousness”

“Where is Paradox. your bride?” One of the warriors asks

Thamuz does not reply, turns on his booted heel and marches out the throne room. He pulls off the horn ornements as he walks, tossing them at the nearest servant.

“Keep them” he gruffs “Sell them, melt them down, I care not”

Many hours later, a very drunk shadow demon, staggers up the path to his new palace, his new home. A well trained servant on hearing his bootsteps opens the door which he pratically falls through. knocking what looks like a very expensive vase to the floor.

He snickers and weaves his way through the hall, dropping his gloves and cloak on the floor. A servant is there to pick them up, as always. With some effort he finds one of the many reception rooms..why does a house need so many rooms? He would be content living back at the barracks, he did not need all this luxury, did not care for it at all. With a huff he collapses onto the nearest seat

“Bring me wine!” he roars “I am thirsty!”

[infernal-high-duke]

Red in Tooth and Claw

[infernal-high-duke]

Well at least Paradox had acted civilized in front of his parents, which was a relief. His parents would not have been amused at any displays of affection, Believing this mating to be for their own benefit and furthering their social status within Gehenna, How Thamuz felt about it all was never discussed or important. Thankfully the conversation was brief as his mother and father headed towards Satan to give their regards. He may have respected his parents but that did not mean he had to like them.

“Well it is a relief for you are back to your old self then“ comes his brusque reply “I have not experienced possession of a vessel as of yet, so am unaware of the problems that are associated with it. To have one that is flawed must be inconvenient”

Maybe his frostiness towards her was a little unfair but she had been the one to call him scum. When they take their seats again, he is relieved to find this time she keeps her distance. He takes a cup of wine and downs it in one, enjoying it’s bitter, fiery sensation on his throat.

“I suppose I should be thankful of that, that you no longer despise me“ He chuckles despite the situation “I need not keep my blade by my side when I sleep at night for fear that you might try to slit my throat, hm?”

He pulls at the neck of his dress robes, wishing he could take off all his ridiculous wedding garb and get back into his shadow armour. The horn decorations would be tossed in the rubbish too.

“My soldiers will pull my tail non-stop because of this outfit” he grumbles somewhat goodnaturedly “I doubt I will ever live it down…mainly for the horn decorations…I look like a concubine”

[hellbound-mutt]

“I must admit, it is nice.” Taking another sip of her wine while stealing a glance of her father. Of all people who would be unhappy with this change it would be him. He was no doubt comparing how she was currently to her behavior in her youth. A rebellious child that wanted to fight for the greater good. Her gaze lowered back to her glass. There was something that still made her wonder. Did he only want her back in Gehenna to produce offspring? Or did he had a bigger plan in mind? Focus. “Oh, yes, it is horribly inconvenient. To say the least.”

“Ah, yes, my apologizes for that.” Referring to calling him scum and being so cold towards him. “I am not sure if it is an issue for all Gehennan born demon’s but whenever I possessed a vessel that wasn’t a proper fit for me–I sometimes picked up the mannerisms of said vessel.”  A light chuckle escaped her parted lips, “No, there will be no need for that. It would be in your best interest to be more fearful of other things. Perhaps me holding your hand or kissing you while in bed.”  

Paradox soon waved over a servant seeing as she had run out of both apples and wine. “You don’t look that bad, Thamuz.” Though the decorative horns were a bit much. It only made her appreciate that her father let her wear what she wanted with blade at her side. “Well, the ceremony will be over soon enough. then you can wear whatever it is you want.” That was assuming that he wasn’t going to partake in their supposedly traditional mating session afterwards. To be honest, she fully expected him to go off with his soldiers to a pub. While she would be content downing wine and apples. The same probably couldn’t be the same for her father. “A concubine? Don’t you think you are being just a little dramatic?“ Smiling now as her fangs sank into a fresh apple slice. Smiling to the servant as a thank you. “At the very least you are making your parents proud.”

[infernal-high-duke]

“My parents only care for their own status; they would have married me off to a slug demon, if it had been to their benefit” Thamuz huffs, watching his parents as they grovel to Satan.

He stiffens at her mention of them sharing a bed together; it was not that he was shy or inexperienced when it came to things of a sexual nature as he often visited the brothels in the city, along with the rest of his legion. But this mating had been forced upon them both; he knew there would be expectations for them to consummate the pairing. Something he was not quite comfortable with.

“You will have a separate bedchamber in the East wing of our new palace. Your father has kindly provided us with a home along with servants….” He coughs, takes another gulp of wine before continuing “This mating is…difficult for me, so sudden, Paradox. I mean no insult, as you are an attractive female but right now I cannot share a bed with you, to do so would not be honourable or fair to you...”

The shadow demon drops his voice to a whisper, mindful of those that might be listening, aware that his words could be seen as traitorous

“I know what is expected of us and those involved care little for our welfare. I will be a good husband to you, Paradox. I will provide for you and protect you, of that you have my word as a warrior”

[lafarfalladelnord-deactivated20]

Thamuz offers the pregnant concubine a stiff bow, then straightens, looking at her up and down for a moment "My Lady, I have been assigned to be your security detail while you are in the city. It is a dangerous place for one of your position. I suggest wearing a hood, to hide you features, you do not want to attract any unnessecary attention" (maybe Papa let her out for a bit, lol)

The tips of her brow twitched up slightly as the now clearly pregnant Cecilia stood in the door way of her little abode. The knock at her door had drawn her short lived ire, the soreness evident as she had hobbled over to swing it open. She had held her assertion of fierceness and determination to slay any creature that had dared disturbed her, but the state of the room and her dress had allowed the servants in. Elealeth had not been far behind. And the sticky heat of lust soon had let Satan in as well.

This stranger, however, was not so lucky. Eyes narrowing to slits, Cecilia tipped her chin up. “Who says I wish to go into the city?” A bitter tone, almost a growl, rumbled in her throat, one hand rubbing at her swollen belly over the silky fabric. Of course, her display was just for show. Satan had ordered her to be taken into the city. She knew that, and this stranger likely did as well.

“…but it’s not like I have much of a choice. Wait here.” Retreating back into the room, she soon reemerged at the door, a light weight cloak clasped around her flowing dress, reminiscent of a Roman noble.

[lafarfalladelnord-deactivated20]

Thamuz watches unmoved as the female pets and comforts the grey mare, he does raise an eyebrow however when she blows into the horses nostrils, having never seen such a thing done before. Humans really were strange beasts indeed.

“No one questions Lord Satan, you should no that by now and I know you will not fall, it is obvious you are an accomplished rider. That mare rarely lets anyone get near her and will kick and buck to dislodge a rider. She even threw me off only a short while ago then kicked me in the head…I still have the bruises” In response to her request to mount the mare, Thamuz then helps her onto the horse, once she is secure; he deftly leaps onto the black stallion. He grins back at her, nudging the stallion into a trot with his heels.

“Lord Satan believed such a foul tempered mare would suit you perfectly and that you would easily tame her” He pulls up his own hood and with another nudge his mount trots away from the courtyard with Cecilia and her grey mare in tow. No one pays any heed to the two riders as they leave the perimeter of the citadel, as mounted demons came and went all the time. Carriages and demon folk on foot pass them on the opposite side of the path that leads to the citadel; the road is muddy, churned up by the constant traffic. Thamuz slows his mount, so to ride at the side of Cecilia, the female is fairing well, as Satan expected, has the grey mare completely under her control. How the beast would have known this was a mystery, another reason why he held the demon god in such awe

“The mare is yours now; you can visit and ride her when you wish” They have now entered the city itself, Thamuz having lived in Gehenna all his life knows of quieter pathways through the demon city where there is less traffic. The city itself is sat under a blanket of low dark cloud, its streets lit by magic blue flam street lamps. It does not smell all too pleasant either, a mixture of sulphur, death and sewage. Most of the buildings are weird twisted structures which slot together like a jigsaw puzzle. Together they clip clop through the demon city, following the river, while Thamuz points out places she might be interested in. They pass taverns, bath houses and brothels, all part of Gehenna’s pleasure district. Male and female prostitutes call out to them, offering pleasure in exchange for gold, Thamuz shakes his head and trots on, keen to leave the city behind and it is likely Cecilia would want to do the same, Satan had given him permission to leave it but not to go far.

“If you wish, we can leave the city and explore the outskirts; we can let the horses get some exercise”

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“Well… that’s not a lie.” She gave a half-hearted shrug, unable to halt the spread of haughty joy in her smile. It was true she had her share of experience in difficult equines, though working with this supposed problem mare did cause her some concern. Of course, she couldn’t believe him, considering how sweetly the mare was acting with her. “This sweetheart? I am frankly surprised. Maybe she just doesn’t like men. I hardly blame her.” Letting him grip her sides and hoist her onto the mare’s back, Cecilia made sure to adjust her dress and cloak to conceal her middle and to make sure they didn’t get in the way of her riding. Shifting about until she felt secure, she took up the reins, her heels dropping automatically to secure her position in the saddle.Giving the silky mane and fur a quick stroke, her heels nudge into the mare’s side with the slightest pressure, sending her forward after the retreating stallion.

As they left the courtyard, the exorcist shot a glare at Thamuz, rolling her eyes as she focused on the road ahead and on her position. “Very funny. Perhaps she responds better to kindness and gentleness… or to women.” Clucking to the mare, she gave her more rein to let her stretch out and lengthen her stride, the two horses soon matching stride as they confidently navigated the muddy slope. His next declaration, however, did lighten her mood, slipping the reins into one hand to reach down and scratch at her withers again. “I would like such, actually. Thank you…. What’s her name, by the way?”

Upon entering the city, Cecilia takes in the dim surrounding with a cool, but curious interest. The smell, however, made her nose wrinkle as she moved to cover it with her sleeve. Demons selling their wares tried to entice them with pretty baubles, but Cecilia turned instead to the buildings and the river they were following. It’s black waters, she was sure, hid things that had not been seen on the Earth for ages.

The courtesans, however, drew a more sour expression and she pressed her mount on, deafening to the sweet low cries of sin and sex. No need to have a reminder of her own position. when they came to a quieter patch, a hulking gate nearby laying view to deadened fields, Cecilia straightened, her change in position a giveaway to the mare. Her grey tail frisked back and forth, perfectly shaped ears keenly focused on the open space beyond. “That would be nice. I would like to see more of Gehenna proper. And I haven’t had a nice canter on horseback in awhile…” Nodding towards the gate, she inquired further. “What lies beyond those fields?”

[infernal-high-duke]

“Well these are demon horses, my lady and are aggressive by nature; I doubt they would respond to a kind hand. They bare little relation to their Assian cousins and the majority of horse you see in Gehenna are kelpies or related to them. But perhaps your mare is the exception; the point is Lord Satan knew she would be perfect to you”

Thamuz’s voice takes on an amused tone, as the female enquires of the mare’s name…how human to do such a thing. His own horse had no name, did not need one as it knew its master’s scent and voice. Thamuz pats the old stallion with a gloved hand

“As for a name? She does not have one, we do not bother with such trivialities as naming a beast but you are welcome to name her should you wish” They pass the huge gate, it is rusted and covered in Sanguine Thorn, the plant’s spiked vines, carry bright red blooms, it is highly poisonous and abundant in and around the city. Faded magickal glyphs can also be seen, etched into the iron, their power is now long gone. The gate is nothing more than a relic of the past, it is not even guarded and has not been for thousands of years.

“A wasteland, My Lady” he replies to her question as they trot past the deadened fields, that carry mounds of blue grass and little else “Huge rock formations and caves and caverns are the main features. Some of the cave systems lead to the lower levels, but are guarded by monsters. The caverns are so deep that if you fell into one, you would fall for a hundred years…or so the rumours say anyway” Thamuz did not believe such stories and he chuckles at the thought

“Although I do not believe those childish tales, there are certainly monsters though, which is why it is best to stay within the city boundaries” The Shadow demon points to a series of tall monoliths that are stood off in the distance, they are set at regular intervals and surround the city.

“Those mark the outer city boundary and keep the big predators at bay, past that are the Gehennian plains. To the North are the mountains, thought to be the source of the River Styx. East is the kingdom of the Trolls and West are the Nechrium territories”

[lafarfalladelnord-deactivated20]

Thamuz offers the pregnant concubine a stiff bow, then straightens, looking at her up and down for a moment "My Lady, I have been assigned to be your security detail while you are in the city. It is a dangerous place for one of your position. I suggest wearing a hood, to hide you features, you do not want to attract any unnessecary attention" (maybe Papa let her out for a bit, lol)

The tips of her brow twitched up slightly as the now clearly pregnant Cecilia stood in the door way of her little abode. The knock at her door had drawn her short lived ire, the soreness evident as she had hobbled over to swing it open. She had held her assertion of fierceness and determination to slay any creature that had dared disturbed her, but the state of the room and her dress had allowed the servants in. Elealeth had not been far behind. And the sticky heat of lust soon had let Satan in as well.

This stranger, however, was not so lucky. Eyes narrowing to slits, Cecilia tipped her chin up. “Who says I wish to go into the city?” A bitter tone, almost a growl, rumbled in her throat, one hand rubbing at her swollen belly over the silky fabric. Of course, her display was just for show. Satan had ordered her to be taken into the city. She knew that, and this stranger likely did as well.

“…but it’s not like I have much of a choice. Wait here.” Retreating back into the room, she soon reemerged at the door, a light weight cloak clasped around her flowing dress, reminiscent of a Roman noble.

[infernal-high-duke]

Thamuz waits while the female dresses, staring about the room and tapping his gloved claws against the hilt of his sword. The room had that musky smell of a pregnant female, the child sired by Satan himself. Thamuz had no desire to start a family any time soon, even though he was recently mated. He was young and was ambitious; wishing to serve in Satan’s internal’s armies and command a legion of his own.

When the female remerges, he bows again, opening the door for her and escorting her down to the lower levels of the citadel. Servants stare as they pass, Thamuz glares back at them and they keep their distance. Cecilia was the first concubine to bear a child of Satan and already the gossip around the citadel was doubtful of her survival. The demon god had only ever sired one child successfully and even it’s strong Nechrium mother had just survived the birth.

They eventually arrive at the stables, the air is heavy with the smell of manure and leather. Two horses have already been prepared for them. A black stallion for Thamuz and a smaller grey mare for Cecilia. He grins at the female

“Lord Satan told me, you like to ride, this way we will be less conspicuous, as a carriage an easier target, my Lady. There are many that wish to harm you and the child that you carry”

Thamuz steps up to the Stallion and pats its nose. The horse snorts back, its breath as hot as an oven. Only in Gehenna would you find such magnificent, unholy steeds.

“Lord Satan thought you might grow tired of your chamber, thought some fresh air might help. Do you need help getting onto your horse?”

[lafarfalladelnord-deactivated20]

As they passed through the halls of the Citadel, Cecilia kept one hand poised over the spherical roundness of her belly. The obvious stares had her hyper aware of her self. She was now conscious of every step she took, every placement of each little hair, and of her own vulnerability. When Satan had brought her here, she had been forced to leave behind Caim and all of her summoning materials. Without them, she was pretty much defenseless. Even the increased presence of Nephilim blood in her veins provided little benefit beyond a pair of wings and a set of claws. All tools that were so commonplace her in Gehenna that she was easily outclassed. The encounter with the Duchess had been a pointed lesson in such. As such she was at the mercy of those around her and as an expecting mother this did not sit well. Even if the child was the product of a cruel deception. So she made a point to stick close to her hulking escort.

Casting a sidelong glance up to his face, Cecilia sought to make this ordered excursion a bit more bearable. “I have heard you hold much of our lord’s favor, especially as a solider. What is your name and title, if I may ask?” Years of hob knobbing among the elite had taught her polite small talk was a good way to build connections. And of course, those connections could be used to one’s own benefit. And with the knowledge of his name, should he offer her any slight, she could easily ensure that slight was repaid in kind.

Stepping out from the oppressive grey walls that had become her prison, her nose was soon assaulted with a hot dry wind laden with the smell of sulfur, ash, and carnage. Wrinkling her nose, she blew harshly through her nose, trying to clear it of the oppressive stench. Of course, she had craved some reprieve, some fresh air for quite some time.

Crossing through the courtyard of the citadel towards one of the outer buildings of the ring contained within the high walls, Cecilia had her curiosity piqued.  Her gaze followed scurrying demons as they scrubbed dutifully at grab carriages and silver buckles. Then to the quite jovial servants unloading a cart full of rarities of Assiah, fresh fruits carted away in baskets back into the gaping maw that was the main entrance.These months imprisoned and existing in a state of depression, despair, bitterness, and lust had not yet diminished her interest in the way of demons quite yet.In all, she would have to admit if asked that the Citadel was actually quite an impressive domain. A medieval castle for the days of old, the likes which had not been seen in Assiah for hundreds or years.

Her demeanor changed as they slipped through carved doors of fine wood, her expression softening and sweetening, a smile soon stretching her lips. such smells and scenes of polished saddles and munching horses were not unfamiliar to her. Rather a comfort to her weary soul. Taking in the sight of the saddled steeds before looking once again to Thamuz’s face, it wasn’t hard to see both her shock and joy.”Oh? He did? Well this is quite a surprise. I never thought he took such care to observe my interests. But he does not think things through. If I were to fall, this could result in a miscarriage. But I guess if he would rather risk the child’s life this way then in a carriage who am I to QUESTION his wisdom?” The bitterness in her tone was short lived as she once again turned back to the awaiting horses. Her expression returned to softened delight. “…But I cannot deny that this makes me unspeakably pleased.”

Leaving Thamuz’s side, she steps up to the mare’s left side, the gentle creature turning her head to gaze at her handler for the day. Holding her palm out, the mare soon rests her muzzle in Cecilia’s cupped hand, her upper lip nuzzling the skin. Her smile grew wider, an eruption of warmth spreading across her chest as her other hand stroked the soft fur on the mare’s cheek. clucking to her gently, Cecilia bent as far as she could over and brought her own mouth near tha mare’s muzzle, blowing into her flared nostril. A sign of greeting in horse language which was quickly returned with a blast of hot air from the demonic equine. It almost made her cry and Cecilia did shed a single tear when the mare’s muzzle brushed carefully against her rotund belly.

Giving her one more pat, the exorcist took hold of the reins in her left hand and tried her best to maneuver her, thankfully, booted foot into the metal half hoop. But she was unable to lift in higher then a foot or two, not nearly enough to get it into the stirrup.Moving back up to the mare’s head, she tempered her smile to a gentle curve. “I do believe I will need some assistance mounting, if you would be so kind. This child of mine makes it hard, unfortunately, to bend my body to allow for mounting.”

[infernal-high-duke]

Thamuz watches unmoved as the female pets and comforts the grey mare, he does raise an eyebrow however when she blows into the horses nostrils, having never seen such a thing done before. Humans really were strange beasts indeed.

“No one questions Lord Satan, you should no that by now and I know you will not fall, it is obvious you are an accomplished rider. That mare rarely lets anyone get near her and will kick and buck to dislodge a rider. She even threw me off only a short while ago then kicked me in the head…I still have the bruises” In response to her request to mount the mare, Thamuz then helps her onto the horse, once she is secure; he deftly leaps onto the black stallion. He grins back at her, nudging the stallion into a trot with his heels.

“Lord Satan believed such a foul tempered mare would suit you perfectly and that you would easily tame her” He pulls up his own hood and with another nudge his mount trots away from the courtyard with Cecilia and her grey mare in tow. No one pays any heed to the two riders as they leave the perimeter of the citadel, as mounted demons came and went all the time. Carriages and demon folk on foot pass them on the opposite side of the path that leads to the citadel; the road is muddy, churned up by the constant traffic. Thamuz slows his mount, so to ride at the side of Cecilia, the female is fairing well, as Satan expected, has the grey mare completely under her control. How the beast would have known this was a mystery, another reason why he held the demon god in such awe

“The mare is yours now; you can visit and ride her when you wish” They have now entered the city itself, Thamuz having lived in Gehenna all his life knows of quieter pathways through the demon city where there is less traffic. The city itself is sat under a blanket of low dark cloud, its streets lit by magic blue flam street lamps. It does not smell all too pleasant either, a mixture of sulphur, death and sewage. Most of the buildings are weird twisted structures which slot together like a jigsaw puzzle. Together they clip clop through the demon city, following the river, while Thamuz points out places she might be interested in. They pass taverns, bath houses and brothels, all part of Gehenna’s pleasure district. Male and female prostitutes call out to them, offering pleasure in exchange for gold, Thamuz shakes his head and trots on, keen to leave the city behind and it is likely Cecilia would want to do the same, Satan had given him permission to leave it but not to go far.

“If you wish, we can leave the city and explore the outskirts; we can let the horses get some exercise”

[lafarfalladelnord-deactivated20]

Thamuz offers the pregnant concubine a stiff bow, then straightens, looking at her up and down for a moment "My Lady, I have been assigned to be your security detail while you are in the city. It is a dangerous place for one of your position. I suggest wearing a hood, to hide you features, you do not want to attract any unnessecary attention" (maybe Papa let her out for a bit, lol)

The tips of her brow twitched up slightly as the now clearly pregnant Cecilia stood in the door way of her little abode. The knock at her door had drawn her short lived ire, the soreness evident as she had hobbled over to swing it open. She had held her assertion of fierceness and determination to slay any creature that had dared disturbed her, but the state of the room and her dress had allowed the servants in. Elealeth had not been far behind. And the sticky heat of lust soon had let Satan in as well.

This stranger, however, was not so lucky. Eyes narrowing to slits, Cecilia tipped her chin up. “Who says I wish to go into the city?” A bitter tone, almost a growl, rumbled in her throat, one hand rubbing at her swollen belly over the silky fabric. Of course, her display was just for show. Satan had ordered her to be taken into the city. She knew that, and this stranger likely did as well.

“…but it’s not like I have much of a choice. Wait here.” Retreating back into the room, she soon reemerged at the door, a light weight cloak clasped around her flowing dress, reminiscent of a Roman noble.

[infernal-high-duke]

Thamuz waits while the female dresses, staring about the room and tapping his gloved claws against the hilt of his sword. The room had that musky smell of a pregnant female, the child sired by Satan himself. Thamuz had no desire to start a family any time soon, even though he was recently mated. He was young and was ambitious; wishing to serve in Satan’s internal’s armies and command a legion of his own.

When the female remerges, he bows again, opening the door for her and escorting her down to the lower levels of the citadel. Servants stare as they pass, Thamuz glares back at them and they keep their distance. Cecilia was the first concubine to bear a child of Satan and already the gossip around the citadel was doubtful of her survival. The demon god had only ever sired one child successfully and even it’s strong Nechrium mother had just survived the birth.

They eventually arrive at the stables, the air is heavy with the smell of manure and leather. Two horses have already been prepared for them. A black stallion for Thamuz and a smaller grey mare for Cecilia. He grins at the female

“Lord Satan told me, you like to ride, this way we will be less conspicuous, as a carriage an easier target, my Lady. There are many that wish to harm you and the child that you carry”

Thamuz steps up to the Stallion and pats its nose. The horse snorts back, its breath as hot as an oven. Only in Gehenna would you find such magnificent, unholy steeds.

“Lord Satan thought you might grow tired of your chamber, thought some fresh air might help. Do you need help getting onto your horse?”

[paxtonfearless]

Beautiful Knight’s gauntlet by Tony West 2009 on Flickr.

[gentlemansessentials]

Armour

Gentleman’s Essentials

[infernal-high-duke]

Red in Tooth and Claw

[hellbound-mutt]

Her lips would poke out in comedic and even child form when her affections rejected. Was she really hurt? Oh, heavens no. But being rejected while willing showing affection was new. But for her, these days, it was all about the chase. ‘You are so cruel, Thamuz~! After all I went through to make you happy.’ Again dismissing his telepathic concerns.

“It is a pleasure, Lord Bael and Lady Rowin~!” Again for someone who had been drinking wine–when in direct contact with anyone she was professional and beaming with etiquette. “I assure you, my lady. The honor is all mine. I have waited for what seemed like–lifetimes to meet you.” Paradox had always wondered what Thamuz’s would be like. Nothing she had imagined. It was a wonder how she was ever afraid of him to begin with. Certainly she would silently blamed her formerly flawed vessel and her even greatly flawed heart. “Why, thank you. It is of of Asian design. I have always had a fascination with their culture.” Her eyes seemed to light up at the sound of dinner. “Now, now, Thamuz~! He is right–however as soon as we find ourselves settled I would be more than delighted to accompany your family for dinner!” Once the socializing between her now in laws ceased she filled her glass once more with wine. 

Despite taking another gulp her voice became serious but still somewhat pleasant. “Thumuz..”  Still having those somewhat alluring undertones. “I can tell that this is puzzling for even you.” She would move closer to him, whispering. Her movements, her body language, and even her tone seemed trusting of him in that moment. “The vessel I had when you took me from Gehenna was flawed. Beyond belief. Sickly to begin with however–in the state I was in at the time–I was desperate. It wouldn’t exactly allow me to be how I use to be. I couldn’t exactly carry the–um–sassy persona you see now without me feeling like the vessel would crumble. So my apologizes if this seemingly new form puts your on edge. It is nice to finally feel like my old self once again–so I might just be enjoying myself just a bit too much. Not to mention I have come to terms with our mating.” That was certainly a shock. She laughed upon seeing the male’s reaction to this. 

“Call me old fashioned but I want to at least try to like you in the beginning so mating will be easier. That is what my father wants–isn’t it? Why not give him what he wants while having a little fun? Hm? Not to mention now that I don’t hate your guts–you are very handsome.” With that she pulled from his side, resuming their somewhat spaced seating. Drinking her wine as if it was business as usual. Not making any sort of move on him, even if it was as simple as their hands brushing, until he was willing. Why force him today? She was going to enjoy tonight between her wine and odd craving for apples.

[infernal-high-duke]

Well at least Paradox had acted civilized in front of his parents, which was a relief. His parents would not have been amused at any displays of affection, Believing this mating to be for their own benefit and furthering their social status within Gehenna, How Thamuz felt about it all was never discussed or important. Thankfully the conversation was brief as his mother and father headed towards Satan to give their regards. He may have respected his parents but that did not mean he had to like them.

“Well it is a relief for you are back to your old self then“ comes his brusque reply “I have not experienced possession of a vessel as of yet, so am unaware of the problems that are associated with it. To have one that is flawed must be inconvenient”

Maybe his frostiness towards her was a little unfair but she had been the one to call him scum. When they take their seats again, he is relieved to find this time she keeps her distance. He takes a cup of wine and downs it in one, enjoying it’s bitter, fiery sensation on his throat.

“I suppose I should be thankful of that, that you no longer despise me“ He chuckles despite the situation “I need not keep my blade by my side when I sleep at night for fear that you might try to slit my throat, hm?”

He pulls at the neck of his dress robes, wishing he could take off all his ridiculous wedding garb and get back into his shadow armour. The horn decorations would be tossed in the rubbish too.

“My soldiers will pull my tail non-stop because of this outfit” he grumbles somewhat goodnaturedly “I doubt I will ever live it down...mainly for the horn decorations...I look like a concubine”

[hellbound-mutt]

"In polite company it is good manners to keep your tail to yourself"

“You and I both know I was never polite in your or anyone in Gehenna’s company.” The hound beamed as the tail coiled around the other’s waist. “Come on now. I am just trying to be a little affectionate with you~stop acting as if I am going to devour you~!”

[hellbound-mutt]

The hound frown in clear disapproval. Her playful manipulation nat exactly posing the reaction she had in mind. While she allowed her mate to kiss her hand. Though she didn’t exactly enjoyed it like she hoped. “Isn’t it everyone’s boyhood dream to be with Satan’s daughter–or something?” Seems she had an easier time in Assiah finding interested and prime mates in Assiah. “Yet you treat me like the plague every time I try to touch you.” She let out a huff. “And don’’t cally me ‘my lady’ my name is Paradox.” Now she was really pouting and very deterred. 

[infernal-high-duke]

When she huffed, he could not resist a toothed grin, so there was something more than a spoilt princess to her character afterall. “Perhaps you have been away from Gehenna too long, My...uh Paradox. here in Gehenna it is the majority of male demons’s dreams for your father’s plans to be a success...to cut down his enemies with our claws and fangs. Of course to be in the presence of your father is the greatest of honours, he is a god, our creator...all I wish to do is serve him and to be a dutiful husband to you...”

Again he kisses her hand, bows lower, he knows his place, such things are taught amongst demons at a young age. To submit to those of higher breeding

“Please....Paradox, I mean no offence...your new vessel, is so very differant from your old one and may take a little while to get used to...forgive me, My Lady...”

[hellbound-mutt]

"In polite company it is good manners to keep your tail to yourself"

“You and I both know I was never polite in your or anyone in Gehenna’s company.” The hound beamed as the tail coiled around the other’s waist. “Come on now. I am just trying to be a little affectionate with you~stop acting as if I am going to devour you~!”

[infernal-high-duke]

“Yes, indeed, as does the rest of Gehenna it seems, you have quite the reputation..” Thamuz removes the coiled appendage from his waist with a slight frown, he had to be careful, not wanting to insult the daughter of Satan. That would likely end with the loss of his head.

[hellbound-mutt]

“Oh come now, Thamuz. We are married–are we not? You are telling me you aren’t interested in some harmless flirting.” She huffed putting on the fake facade that her feelings were hurt. Only for a playful smirk to tug at the corners of her lips. “I suppose my Father will be so disappointed to find out you no longer wish to mate with me. After I warmed up to the idea and everything.” Giving the other a playful pout. She was certainly more like her father than she originally thought.

[infernal-high-duke]

“Aye....we are indeed married My Lady...” When she mentions her father, his stomach clenches a little, knowing full well she would use this to manipulate him,  she was the daughter of a demon god afterall Knowing he was forced into a corner, would have play the part of the dutiful husband or end up dead. He bows to her, kisses her hand “I apologise My Lady if I have caused offence, my loyalty remains to you and your father”

[hellbound-mutt]

"In polite company it is good manners to keep your tail to yourself"

“You and I both know I was never polite in your or anyone in Gehenna’s company.” The hound beamed as the tail coiled around the other’s waist. “Come on now. I am just trying to be a little affectionate with you~stop acting as if I am going to devour you~!”

[infernal-high-duke]

“Yes, indeed, as does the rest of Gehenna it seems, you have quite the reputation..” Thamuz removes the coiled appendage from his waist with a slight frown, he had to be careful, not wanting to insult the daughter of Satan. That would likely end with the loss of his head.

[infernal-high-duke]

Red in Tooth and Claw

[hellbound-mutt]

“Far from shy?” She echoed purposely. “You could have fooled me, Thamuz. Shy or terrified of my touch?” Flashing him a fang filled grin when her tail looped around the small of his back and then his waist.  “Goodness!” The sound of faked surprise escaped. Soon her tone turned to a loud whispers that surely Satan himself could hear. “You don’t say? I had no idea–tch~! My father has had his eye on me intermittently since I escaped Gehenna during the dark ages.  Do you not think I know the sensation of my father keeping his eyes on me?” Just to make her point she turned to her father and gave him a wink and wave. Turning back she would coil her tail tighter, pulling Thamuz closer to her side. “I think if he didn’t put my head on a platter for seeking this new vessel the night before my mating ceremony–he won’t mind too terribly if I shamelessly flirt with the demon I just shared my mating ceremony with. Do you?”

“As far as getting through this–I am getting through it just fine. You are the one acting like a timid hellhound pup.“ A mischievous smirk taking over her features just before giving his neck a quick kiss followed by a lick. Luckily just out of the sight of Thamuz parents. Where, despite her sensual contact with Thamuz, she would pick up conversation with his parent’s like a true royal. Making a good impression on them was important to her–believe it or not–(having fun with Thamuz was just a plus.) Continuing to speak and entertain them until their attention went to their son.

‘Your parents are precious~’ Her telepathic voice rang in his skull just seconds before the proud parents spoke. Her timing was terrifyingly.

[infernal-high-duke]

She was doing it again, this time wrapping her tail about him, a very intimate gesture, this made his own tail curl and twitch. When she starts to speak about her own father, his lord and god in a way that was most disrespectful, he downs another cup of ale before even daring to glance at Satan. What if the demon god had heard such blasphemy?

“I am not shy nor afraid” he gruffs back at her “Perhaps you might carry yourself with a little more decorum, Wife of mine”

Thankfully Satan seems quite distracted with a finely dressed young male concubine sat on his lap, who is taking small sips of wine from his master’s wine glass. Thamuz recognises him as Malthas, the dark haired spirit demon is known to be the most expensive concubine every bought in Gehenna’s history. The pair are deep in conversation.

The touch of her mouth and then her tongue on his neck makes him jump. Thamuz is no prude but has been bought up to carry himself in certain a certain way in the company of those that outrank him and the throne room was full of them. As his parents approach, he unwraps her tail from his person, no sooner has he done so than her voice echoes in his mind once more.

“I would ask you Wife, to keep your tail to yourself and more importantly stay out of my head. I am surprised you are not aware of the etiquette when it comes to telepathy..also I doubt you will think my mother is adorable once you have spent any time in her company”

He is up on his feet greeting his mother with a bow and a kiss to her hand and then bowing low to his warlord father. He turns to Paradox, the previous hostility towards her completely gone.

“My mate, Princess Paradox, I would introduce you to My Sire, the President and Supreme Commander of Satan’s Infernal Armies, Lord Bael. I would also introduce to. My Mother, the esteemed Lady Rowin, High Duchess to the realm of Gehenna

His parents were both dressed in their splendour, his father wearing his formal battle armour and his mother in a deep red gown. Her hair and horns carried so many ornaments Thamuz was surprised she could keep her head upright

“We finally meet, such an honour” His mother gushed, her tail looping happily behind her “Welcome to our family, Your Majesty. Your mating gown is so pretty. Is it of Assian design? We must share supper one time, yes?”

Thamuz rolls his eyes, trust his mother to talk about clothing and socialising…well that was all she did really, gossip, socialise and eat expensive food.

“Mother….Paradox will be busy for now” Thamuz replies, trying to save his mate from the company of his mother and her coven of highly bred female demons “But we shall see what can be arranged in the future”

[infernal-high-duke]

Red in Tooth and Claw

[hellbound-mutt]

A lazy but somehow alluring gaze was directed at her soon to be mate.

I figured there would be no stopping the ceremony—so why not give you something pleasuring to look at. Not to mention this vessel is not nearly as stuffy as the previous. Something I thought we might both enjoy. The hellhound retorting telepathically just before being cut off by the ceremony happenings. Not again daring to interrupt his private thoughts until the very moment the vocal part of the ceremony ceased. For the love of Satan, Thamuz. A smirk appearing physically upon her lips. You have your hand on your blade like I would devour you at any moment. If she did choose to devour the man a sword certainly wouldn’t be necessary. Here I thought I was dependent on my own sword~ calm yourself and come drink with me~!” With that the hellhound expressed a rather fang filled grin. “Come, everyone!” Finally saying out loud. “This is a supposed celebration—start acting like it~!” Announcing joyously and with a clap of her hands. That clap of hers producing a small but easily noticed blue and black flame.

That being said Paradox made here way to celebrate with wine. Consuming it lady-like enough but in volumes that would put demon nobles to shame. While keeping her rather playful nature she continued to remain in control and even social with everyone.

"Don’t be shy, Thamuz~" Giving him a soft brush at the small of his back with her tail. "Come sit with me. At least pretend for the moment we are mated~" Practically singing out like a siren to a human salior. "I promise I won’t bite~At least not in front of our guests."

[infernal-high-duke]

Her complete change in demeanour had confused him a little and made him still suspicious. This was not the same female he had been ordered to retrieve from Assiah, the one that had looked at him as if there was a bad smell in the room. As he was able to spend short periods in Assiah without a human vessel, he had never taken one. So perhaps demons took on the mannerisms of their chosen host? Maybe he would ask her later.

As the mating ceremony comes to a close, he takes a seat beside her, their table set away from the rest of the guests, just below Satan’s throne. Thamuz is very aware of the demon god’s proximity and gaze upon them both. He grabs a cup of ale and downs it in one, this is followed by another. All around him the guests are doing the same, Thamuz spots his parents making a beeline for his table and sighs. they had what they wanted, a son married into royalty.

“I am far from shy” his tone defensive and wary. Her touch makes him flinch slightly. “Let us just get through this Paradox.  Lord Satan is watching our every move, we do not want to displease him…”

[midnight-duchess]

"My Lady..." Thamuz gives the female noble a short bow, one that is appropriate for her status as they pass by each other. he knows of her but not to speak to, her reputation was well known however. "Should you have any business with Lord Satan, you should know he is in a good mood this day.."

The Duchess regards Thamuz carefully,  but does not bow in return. Though technically she was of lower ranking than this ambitious youngster, she was also the mother of one of the principessas of the realm, and this had become fairly well-known. She could very well have a higher rank if she had merely asked, it was widely considered; though the demoness had refused such gifts in the past, largely considering them an insult to her unfortunately cuckolded mate.

"…Because of your ceremony,  you believe? Do not look so surprised- I keep abreast of the doings here for my daughter’s safety." Her red eyes bore into the shadow demon, the sort of eyes that would peer down from the shadows on a traveler in the night. "I would not count my eggs before they hatch… A blood wedding is not a mating, Boy, and many things can yet go wrong when you tether yourself to an unknown heart."

[midnight-duchess]

“What is left of them, I imagine.” Delilah added thoughtfully, and not without threat. She wanted to protest his assumptions, but the shadow demon was already guiding her down her path. “Then you must be unaware of my own breeding… In my company is certainly the more dangerous place to be.” It was true that she was given wider berth amongst the crowds; even now messengers and servants were stepping to avoid the Nechrium aura she presented. It was not her reputation, but the reputation of her species. But the Lord of Gehenna had a habit for collecting dangerous companions.. even now his top female concubine was of Gorgon descent.

[infernal-high-duke]

“I am indeed aware of your breeding, My Lady” Thamuz replies, trying to keep his response as polite as possible. Nechrium and demon were not known to really get along, apart from the occasional exception. The two species kept to their own territories most of the time. That was not to say that there had not been altercations and the occasional war in the very distant past, a long time before Thamuz had been born.  But this was one of Satan’s companion’s and mother to his daughter, even if she was a Nechrium, so Thamuz had no choice but to treat her as royalty.

They walk along in silence for a time, till they arrive at the courtyard below the citadel. There a carriage awaits with huge black demon stallions snorting steam and fire. Thamuz opens the carriage’s door for the Duchess and bows stiffly, waiting for her to get in.

“I shall accompany you to your destination, My Lady. I believe Lord Satan would want you to get there safely”

[midnight-duchess]

"My Lady..." Thamuz gives the female noble a short bow, one that is appropriate for her status as they pass by each other. he knows of her but not to speak to, her reputation was well known however. "Should you have any business with Lord Satan, you should know he is in a good mood this day.."

The Duchess regards Thamuz carefully,  but does not bow in return. Though technically she was of lower ranking than this ambitious youngster, she was also the mother of one of the principessas of the realm, and this had become fairly well-known. She could very well have a higher rank if she had merely asked, it was widely considered; though the demoness had refused such gifts in the past, largely considering them an insult to her unfortunately cuckolded mate.

"…Because of your ceremony,  you believe? Do not look so surprised- I keep abreast of the doings here for my daughter’s safety." Her red eyes bore into the shadow demon, the sort of eyes that would peer down from the shadows on a traveler in the night. "I would not count my eggs before they hatch… A blood wedding is not a mating, Boy, and many things can yet go wrong when you tether yourself to an unknown heart."

[midnight-duchess]

"Old gossip does not die easy,  if it is considered juicy enough." The Duchess answered. Though she had high upbringing from her mate, she was not stupid in her pride like the nobles of the citadel. Delilah and her mate were two of the very few Nechrium that bothered to come to the Citadel- their species were particularly  absent here, preferring to stay amongst their own courts. In the ring of Wrath, theirs was a court of violence and murder, less hedonistic than the rutting, gluttonous nobles of the citadel. Delilah regarded Thamuz as one of their number;  young and greedy for power.  She wouldn’t be surprised if one day he ended up killed for treason against the crown, if his bride did not kill him first. 

"I see no reason to pester Lord Satan merely because he is in a lighter mood… I will receive my daughter at nightfall, after your nuptials. I have no need to ask for greater things. Let his concubines tend to him- that is their job, after all. "

[infernal-high-duke]

"Indeed, old gossip does have the habit of lingering, My Lady. the servants do like to whisper in the dark, it brightens their drearey lives I would imagine"

The duchess of course had been the topic of many a servants whisper, her pregnancy and numerous visits to Satan’s bedchamber. It did not take an idiot to work out who had fathered the child, although few spoke it directly untill it was made an official statement.

"I was merely informing you of our lord’s current mood, my Lady, as I thought you might be heading in that direction…I shall escort you, there is unrest in the city currently, it is a dangerous place to be…if you are of a certain breeding"