Thread: Do My Bidding (I and Karo)

Don't worry. I tried to make his personality as sporadic as possible so 'messing' him up would be hard. Just stay sadistic and you have The General. Besides, it was but for a second. Gavine was not all offended by the slap or the frustrating nod that he forced out of her. Instead she was irritated at her competition who no doubt pleasured in seeing her ridiculed in sport. The silver blooded demon could not help but humor in seeing the same treatment put upon the winged demoness. That was how The General wanted it anyway. He could defile who he pleased and instead of hating him he somehow was able to deflect it to another. Something about being expected to be evil made it hard to give two shits a damn how you were treated. The psychological topic was over though, for now. Seated upon his thrown the finality was of their briefing was over. Gavine slowly raised and bowed to her superior until she realized she had no idea where this rip was. Apparently it was out of the way or else smaller creatures would have flooded through and certainly seen it shut. As if he read the silver creature's concerns he began to laugh and sat forward in his thrown, his elbows resting on his knees as his hands hung lazily. Your destination is in the center of Lower Valley, he said as if it meant nothing. Lower Valley was highly populated and certainly the hole was found already, maybe even the worst. She opened her mouth to speak her concern then shut it quickly. He did not like being questioned. But it was too late, he saw the movement and his eyes became insanely wide like a ravenous wolf finally cornering its prey. Yet, with the murderous joy radiating from him he just sat there forcing beads of sweat trickle down Gavine's brow. The game stretched on until he grew bored and sat back once more, waving his hand dismissively without another word. While it would have been wonderful to see her ripped apart slowly by the stretching of chains he had no desire to find another with her potential to grow on the other side. The same for Tiferet. He would never let them know what they were made out of or that they threatened change. A civil war if they became too powerful. As long as they believed they were nothing they would remain as nothing. So, he made them strike a war against one another. What happens when an unstoppable force meets and immovable object? He didn't care as long as they were distracted with one another. Gavine bowed again quickly and stalked out of the audience chamber briskly, but still trying to contain the speed as to not completely give away her immense fear. She had been that close to a fate worst than death. Her stubborn acts of defiance was impossible to train out. She would not be able to escape such a terrible display a second time. The the great towering double doors shut behind the two demonesses, giving Gavine the privacy she so desired. She looked at the motley colored winged woman and smirked, no longer threatened. This will be a synch. I wouldn't even advise you to waste your precious energy. He treats me such a way because he knows I am strong and babies you because you can not handle real responsibility. I'm sure if you stay he will find some use for you until I return. Maybe join his Pained Harem? She laughed as she swayed her hips, traveling down the hall to the stables where various beasts for riding sat waiting. Lower Valley was an easy run down, at least half an hour tops, but she wanted to appear in style. She wore a doubly split skirt that left her legs exposed and split once again at her tail. A string barely considered as a type of loin cloth wrapped around her tail and parted her glittering cheeks. Her top was nothing but a pair of wraps about her breasts, spilling out freely. Gavine was a silver blood, a creature whose every fluid allowed her some control over a person if it touched the weak and was ingested by those stronger. She could will it to poison, burn like acid, mind control those who drank it, and many other fun chemical processes.