Thread: A Nightmare or an Opportunity? (Vash x Nephratiri)

Dante was thankful to finally have her get off of him, her full body weight was starting to take a toll on his chest. He took Diana's hand and used it to pick himself off of the dirt and he brushed himself off lightly. He readjusted the cape clasped to his shoulder and tightened his belt that held his sword. He smiled when she decided on a destination and briskly walked off towards the River Styx. The river was a fine place to spend some time trying to wind down from his royal duties. Along the way she filled him in on the gossip and talk that he had already heard himself. Well it is understandable, my father held the throne for quite some time and the people liked himmas a king. So when it was left to a son he had never really presented to the public as his heir, scalding words were inevitable. Then she spoke of power and the demons insatiable appetite for it. It is in our nature, how do you think the first king of Inferno came to rule this dominion? He demanded more power from 'God' and he would not oblige him. So he gathered his loyal forces and the struggle for dominant power began. The rest of the walk she went on her own tangent about a demons quest for power. He smiled at her observations, she was a good friend to him, a best friend. He couldn't imagine having anyone else as good as a friend. When they reached the river his eyes fell into a bit of a haze as the sound of the gushing river lulled them. The River Styx, legend to give any mortal who was dipped in its waters unimaginable strength and immortality. There had only been one record of it, and that was the Greek hero Achilles. Though his immortality proved to not be such as he was vulnerable in one spot, his heel. The lull his eyes and mind were in would stop when he heard a soft voice behind him. Acting out of pure reaction he tensed his muscles and grabbed the handle of his sword. He only had a small length of the blade drawn when he turned his head to face his assailant, but it would turn out to be the opposite. It was Azazel, one of the lords daughters. He quickly Becker flustered and sheathed his weapon, it must have seemed quite rude to give her such a rude reception. Ah Lady Azazel, a pleasure to see you as well. He bowed his head in apologies, a social nicety, when she apologized for not meeting him at the gate. The apology is all mine mam, my trip outside the castle was... spontaneous. Had it been planned I'm sure you would have received word of my scheduled departure. There was a reason his leaves were sporadic, so a large horde of women wouldn't be there to try and maul him for attention. He did not protest to her wrapping herself around his left arm, he was actually fond of Azazel. From first appearances alone she seemed kind, smart, and respectful. So it was a bit of a shock when she called Diana cute, Oh boy, He muttered under his breath, Here we go. He knew what was about to come next. Diana had his awful temper about her and when her temper flared the beast came out. Even though Azazel may have deserved what was coming he quickly used his right arm to grab his word at the scabbard and slip it out of the loop that held it onto his belt. He swung the scabbard out and moved it in front of her snapping maw so when she bit down she would only taste smooth wood payed over with a layer of well made black leather with small bits of metal and iron work woven in to add an esthetically pleasing aspect to the eyes, not the flesh of Azazel.