#smokebaal

[darkest-dove]

@smokebaal

When Coronis awoke, she gave a start. She had seen a pale white ghost at the foot of her bed, a specter without a face standing in silence. She was accustomed to keeping silent and resisted a scream, but there was nothing to prevent the cold sweat and the hard, horrible tremble of terror as she laid paralyzed with the apparition looking her over. She had been having nightmares all night, testing door after door, looking for an exit, while carrying a measly candle that threatened to sputter out with each false door.

Finally, when the meager flame had enough and puffed out in a wisp of smoke, the ghost had appeared. And what was worse, it was still there when she opened her eyes!!!

".....!.....oh-"

A wedding dress. It was her wedding dress. They had finished the fitting last night.

Coronis sat up in bed, heart pounding, bathed in a cold sweat. The dream was likely no coincidence. It was all nerves and anxiety. She had similar dreams like it, clinging to a shaky beacon while trying to race her way out of a darkness that slowly closed in. Pre-wedding jitters, the ex-wives of the estate had chuckled. She was not the first to have them.

Coronis shuddered, and got out of bed. Guests would be arriving today, those who were staying overnight to be bright and early for the wedding. Tomorrow.

"Oh...." She almost heaved, feeling sick. "Oh fuck-"

She only just resisted vomiting, holding a hand over her mouth. She felt like she'd been in the palace five years already, but her grim task was just beginning. She was to marry King Baal tomorrow. Nothing had happened in all her hopes and despair to change it. Five years she had said. Only a few months ago, just five years.

But how very long that would feel.

Coronis had to rub her face hard. If she began to cry, it would be noticeable by the time she cleaned up and began greeting visitors after breakfast. She and Baal were expected to welcome all the early comers staying over, and she had already put the final touches on making sure their accommodations were appropriate for their respective ranks. She was already reprimanded so often for looking baleful and skittish, she had to put at least a semi-believable face of grace and ease.

She edged carefully around the wedding dress, going to wash up and get dressed. Even if it was no specter, there was still something ice cold about how it's paleness disturbed the room. If Coronis escaped this marriage alive and with her sanity, she would throw it into Envy's endless sea.

[a-hell-of-a-time]

@smokebaal continued from X

At his question, Yukitaka did his best to keep a straight, neutral face. He wasn't sure how many knew of his living arrangements topside, though that was more his mother's doing than his own. If the king didn't know, then he could potentially get his mother in trouble. However, lying to such a high ranking goetia was out of the question.

"I tend to spend my time studying outside of the odd event," he said. His mother took him to the odd gala here and there, but rarely did he stay long. ''Mother normally attends most of these functions alongside my father."

[smokebaal]

@prin-rose

How long had it been since Baal took time out of his schedule for some genuinely interesting company? He didn't even entirely recall how he found the woman, but despite being close to Asmodeous, she apparently didn't have a lot of exposure to the truly finer things in life. At least not to the standards he would consider the finer things.

She was a former principality for one, and one who had a lot to say about the people upstairs. A real troublemaker- but one of the fun kinds. If nothing else she was bound to be an interesting conversationalist.

After making sure they were seated at a fancy lounge table at the place in Gluttony he made reservations at, Baal took a long puff of a cigar and looked out at the view from the sky-high dining area. "So," He began, "How about you go and tell me how you got wrapped up in all this, eh?"

[moved-ahelluvahigh]

@smokebaal

"Incorrect. I am more abreast of this situation than you are. Please tell me what you plan to do so that I can assist you."

[the-smallest-star]

@smokebaal

Patch had been advised not to decline this request, his assistant looking horribly worried. They even asked if they could stay at Patch's estate. So when the imp accepted the invite, he was there with one of his guards. The car had pulled up outside the gate, where they waited. A lunch with one of the more illusive Goetia was nothing to sniff at, and for once Patch would be on his best behaviour.

They couldn't see past the gate, the fog too thick that ensnared the grounds. It was draped in eternal night. How depressing. Still, maybe there was a reason for it, and in the matters of taste the customer was always right. A phrase that was often misinterpreted.

There was a strange light however coming through the fog, a servant carrying an unusual lantern. With the gates opened, they requested the walk be on foot from here. So Patch indulged it, tucking his coat around himself a bit more snugly as he and the guard followed them into the fog.

[keeperofquestions]

Blog Consolidation?

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[houseofasmodeus]

@smokebaal asked:

"Oz, we need to talk." His tone didn't imply this was a request.

If it was anyone else in the Goetia, Ozzie would respond with a 'I'm busy' just so he can get them off his back but this was Baal. They were of the same standing (His Sin status aside) and unlike most, he wasn't one to waste his time.

When Baal demanded a speak to someone, there was no fluff or causal talk in-between. He was blunt and to the point. For all their disagreements they may have, it was one thing The Sin always respected the old fart for.

❝ Baal, ❞ Ozzie greeted the other king politely, ❝ to whom I own the pleasure. ❞

[devilishdanse-archived]

Time had SLIPPED AWAY from him and now he was sneaking back home like a thief in the night. While the concept was intriguing, and he understood (somewhat) the reasoning behind it, Silas found the lantern in his hand more of a hassle than anything. That was, of course, only due to the ineffectiveness of keeping a low profile in his approach home. He offers a silent prayer to the stars, to Lilith, and to Lucifer that no one was awake and waiting. He has a lantern. . . now all he needs to do is make it to the door and silently slip inside.

With a hood tugged over feathered head, the raven makes a low sound as he treks onward. The lantern makes soft metallic noises, but otherwise, his advance is nearly imperceptible. Nearly being the keyword. Silas dreaded the possibility of facing his grandfather, @smokebaal and answering his inquiries. He was bound to ask where he was and what brought him home at such a late hour. . . and Silas. . . Well, he was a terrible liar. It was a great trait, of course, candor, but it didn't do him any favors in moments like these.

"I really need to work on my time management skills. . . " At long last, Silas reaches the door and quietly slips inside. Just as he closed it however, the lantern caught and clanked loudly. In the quiet home, it sounded like a call to war or an alarm. He swears softly, immediately abandoning it (albeit, without further disruption) to turn and make a swift retreat to his room. The sound was sure to cause an investigation if no one was awake before and he didn't want to be caught!