Thread: Do My Bidding (I and Karo)

The General had taken on a surprising relaxed form this evening in the Netherworld. He sat upon his throne in the form of some young rebellious newborn with a nack for pointless mischief. He seemed anxious do something or act on that naughty glint that was in his eye. Considering that this chaotic world was wracked full of unbelievable possibilities, that chances of him doing something outrageous were highly likely. With the great power he posessed why wouldn't he? Gavine understood the sentiment. She was impulsive as well, but not quite as powerful or old as the General himself. She hadn't the luxury of raping and pillaging all that she saw without consequence. Still, the sheer privelage of standing before the throne was enough to calm any mischief she was considering. For now. Gavine had never seen what The General actually looked like. As a powerful shapeshifter he made a point to wear a different skin every few cycles. It was confounding why he picked each form and even more frightening to walk the halls and streets of their lawless realm because any face could easily be his. He had a knack for mingling with the commoners and catching disobedients red handed. Sometimes he would coax those already tempted into committing one of the few punishable crimes present, then torture them publically to teach them a lesson. Other times he actually helped in committing the atrocity itself and then punished the criminal. He was a very active high authority in the Netherworld, which was why what little order was maintained could be sustained. Though, it was stated that he did not do it to keep any actual control at the lower levels. The General was easily bored and excited in mayhem. It was more dangerous to force him to remain idle then act rather than allow him to entertain himself as he pleased. Nonetheless, such a back story had little bearings on the actions at present with Gavine and Tiferet. Now was a time of importance. A time of action. A great change for the demons, ghouls, goblins, and dark spirits of the Netherworld. Now was the time to prepare for the Great Conquest, which was why the two females were called in. Gavine took a knee with her head bowed before the thrown, one cruelly clawed hand pressed on the polished stone beneath her while the other rested upon her thigh. Her skin glistened in the ominous light that seemed to come from no particular source as no candles existed in this realm. Candles were a symbol of rituals and prayer. Demons did not pray. To own one was against the law. The General stared at the pair for some time, increasing the tension or simply enjoying the control. They were not allowed to speak without permission and though they were crucial for the mission he was not against slaughtering them for insolence. Another pride of being one of the most powerful forces. Finally, even he waned of the silence and stood up, stepping down the two levels of stone steps to his soldiers. Do you know why I've called you two insignificant specks to me this cycle? He began, a wicked grin smearing his boyish features. His eyes flicked between the two. Gavine new better than to answer. It was a rhetorical question. They knew quite well what their task was. It was well described in the summons. When no annoyance came his grin flickered, disappointment briefly shadowing his face. Our time is coming again. We stand here in the dark, waiting for our turn at the apple, but it is never offered to us as promised. It is time to take it, yet. He was describing Judgement Day when Hell was to rise up and reign over Earth. Apparently, someone did not hold His side of the bargain because that day never came and was said that it never would. A lie . So much for holy dieties' honesty. But we are locked away. We see the feast behind an invisible shield! But I have learned of a back door! Here, Gavine was surprised. She thought it was to be their job to find a way in. Her head briefly raised and was met with a swift SMACK! She flew back onto her backside and nursed several slashes across her cheek. Her thin silver tail flicked angrily, but she did nothing else. He had been waiting for that. A reaction. Anything to release his pent up excitement on. Sadly, it is not large enough to fit a demon of my size. It is but a slither, a crack to which a few could slip through before an alarm is set and ultimately shut. Not enough for a true conquest. His voice lowered with sobering frustration. There were some drawbacks for such an enormous power. You are to go in my stead. Learn how to rip the hole further. Learn if those cattle are still watched over with blessings. Tell me their defenses, their strength in will. Stir chaos and study their reactions! I want to know all! His eys flashed a fiery red , heat literally emitting from them. To whoever impresses me best will be given a title, land, power, an army of her own! The second.. will serve the first. Bound for eternity. Sworn to duty. He paused and toyed with Tiferet's feathers in her left wing, then plucked one. Twirling it around in his clawed hand he grinned happily once more. That should be incentive enough to work at your upmost.