Thread: Greed, At Times, Is Good (Lila Lupin & Erit of Eastcris)

RE Greed, At Times, Is Good Lila Lupin Erit of Eastcris Greed's servant, whom had never left, finished bringing his new Mistress' luggage into the suite just as his Master left and she voiced her concerns privately. Mistress is permitted to do whatever she wishes, more-or-less, the demon chimed in. The Master wishes only that you not leave this suite without notifying Him. You may watch television, peruse the library, a wave of his arm gestured towards the three large bookshelves stocked with books both fact and fiction, or simply watch the city below, should such meditations befit your mood. The servant, unnamed, bowed. This one will be taking its leave, if Mistress will permit. Should you want for anything but not wish to disturb the Master, simply call for a servant and one of us shall appear. And thus, he too vanished without ceremony, returning to the pit where he dwelled below the dominion of his Master. A Master who was, at that moment, sighing in frustration and annoyance at a message he had just received from one of his dear brotherswho else but the incarnation of Lust, Asmodeusoffering an exchange. Of course, ordinarily he would at least entertain the proposal, but the deal suggested here was arrogant at best. Brother Lust's third-favorite concubine in exchange for Laressa, and no doubt the woman was already useless to Greed as anything more than a toy to sate the sin he did not represent. Certainly, Greed could be aroused and enjoyed intimacy, but he actually thought with the head between his ears rather than the one between his legs. Asmodeus only wanted his brother's bride because she was a virgin, and once she'd been sullied he wouldn't likely care a whit what became of her afterwards. I am wealth and possessiveness made manifest, he told the messenger, Mammon, Sin of Greed. You can tell my brother, once he stops fucking himself long enough to listen, that what is mine belongs to me , and that if he wants my wife? His true form, that of golden veins and pitchblende flesh, of vice and damnation and a twisted, broken reflection of his former divinity, revealed itself. If Brother Lust wishes to have my wife, he will have to pry her from my stiff, cold corpse . The messenger fled, of course, and Greed calmed himself enough to resume his human form. The shape in which he was most comfortable after extended use showing what he really was left him feeling... naked, almost. He continued about his business, mostly watching the mortal realm to watch for humans whom he might tempt into a trade. Contracts such as those he had made with Laressa's family were not his norm, in fact she was the only woman he had ever purchased with one. Most of the time he functioned much as an infernal bank, offering wealth and coming to collect with interest at a later date, sometimes providing a service in exchange for immediate payment or, when he needed a mortal agent, promising a great reward for some task or another. Those were definitely the anomalies, having only been handed out a dozen or so times of the countless deals he had made over eternity. It was as Greed surveyed the world, wondering how Laressa would be getting along at what must have been the end of the day in the human worldfor time flowed differently in Hell, when it did at allthat he felt a tug at his mind. Immediately he dropped everything and, in the blink of an eye, he was behind her. Yes, my darling? He said, sounding somewhat amused and a little satisfied that she had, in fact, called to him, the smile on his face reflecting that satisfaction. Being summoned demonstrated she really did recognize her position rather than simply talking as if she did. Truly a stunning wisdom for a stunning beauty.