Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM ) (Pazzo x Ironic)

A smile grew on her face as he took a hearty bite of his breakfast. She too took a bite of the fork full of fluffy egg Arch had offered to her. Admitting to it, she would have to say that she was a good cook, making everything with passion.

Grabbing her plate that was on the night stand, she ate right beside him, chewing silently. At least she knew that Arch was getting his stomach full and that he seemed to like her cooking. Taking the bacon in between her fingers, she crunched down on it, feeling the crispness crunch against her molars.

"Your estate sounds absolutely beautiful and breathtaking." She noted before taking a gulp of her orange juice, the cold liquid coating her throat and gliding down easily. He was everything she could of asked for in a man, but inside she fought with her own demons, swaying her thoughts back and fourth.

It wasn't long before she finished her plate full of food and orange juice, taking her plate and Arch's once he was done with it. "I'm already anticipating this hot spring you crafted with your talented magic. Maybe one day we can have a battle to see who really holds the power." Winking, she laughed aloud, placing her hands on her stomach. The bright markings on his chest caught her eyes. Around the lining of the marking was red, and if she didn't know better would of thought it was a new tattoo.

Looking down at herself, her body was still nude, not even noticing it until now. "We better get dressed and headed out to your estate. I look forward to seeing it." Placing her palms on the edge of the bed, she got up, stretching again and sighing afterwards. What would she wear today? Her closet held what seemed endless attire. Browsing through the cluttered mess of clothes, her hands stumbled upon a her favorite piece of armor. Her clothing was always ready for battle if needed, always anticipating the unexpected.

The sides of her armor was the bones of an ancient dragon she once slayed back a few hundred years on a deserted planet that now inhibits no life. The gauntlets glowed brightly from the scales of the dragon, shimmering like sequins. Her boots covered all the way up to her thigh, protecting her legs thoroughly, markings and slashes coated them, telling a story of the battles she endured with them on. Her shoulder pieces was the skulls of a few small dragons, warning others of the damage she could do. Dragon's were hard to kill, being the toughest creature in the universe.

"Ready whenever you are." Half-smiling, she walked over to him and extended a hand, a portal opening up behind her, the breeze causing her white hair to dance with the wind.

Arch suddenly blinked back his eyes... One moment The beautiful demoness was clad in her armor, offering her hand to him as she stood before a gateway back to his home...

The next, she was beginning to reach for a plate on her nightstand again... He had a premonition again... Small glimpses a few minutes into the future... They happened every now and then, but he had no idea where or where, or even why... Regardless, the Wizard saw this as an opportunity...

Arch reached up and grabbed her wrist... "No Mistress, I cannot allow you to do that..." He murmured to her, gently lying her back onto her soft yet shredded blankets, and lightly touched his lips just above her navel... His sensual mouth hotly kissed a trail up her taught stomach, and up to the delicious spot between her generous breasts. He gave each one of her quivering nipples a light suckle and a kiss, even a firm bite just because he knew she loved it so... He had only been with her for one night, and yet when they shared minds, he knew everything... She was worthy of his service and more...

He kissed up her neck, lightly biting at the tendons he found there, and then pressed his lips to her lush mouth, and kissed her hungrily. Her kiss was sweet and succulent, He could kiss her forever...

With great reluctance, he pulled back, only to come back and give her mouth several sweet little pecks... "You stay here and relax, I will clean up..." He murmured to her... "And don't you dare think of putting your dragon armor on by yourself. First rule of awesome armor... Show it the respect it deserves, and have your servant help you don't it, like a squire would for his knight..."

The wizard waste no time. Still naked from his night of lovemaking with Mirajane, Arch quickly gathered the plates from their breakfast, still amazed that she let him sleep in, and even cooked him a meal...

Arch went to the kitchen, and washed everything by hand in a large stone wash basin. Mirajane kept an immaculate kitchen, just like he did with his back on Thrae...
Everything was quickly dried off and placed in its proper cupboard...

The wizard thought quickly. Mirajane was likely hot and sweaty from their night of passion, and a quick refresh would easily lighten her mood. He filled a large clay jug with hot steamy water from the sink, and then fetched a large bowl, a towel, and a washrag. He then quickly returned to his mistress with the items, and sensually helped her rise from her bed...

Even in its post lovemaking sweaty and sticky state, Mirajane's beautiful naked body was truly a sight to behold... Smiling, he kissed her again, and rubbed the hot damp rag over her flesh, helping her to remove her boots and gauntlets from the previous night's outfit...

With great care, Arch explored her chiseled body with the hot steamy washrag and his free hand, worshiping every well defined muscle, every crevice, even giving a few choice spots a lighthearted and loving kiss... Yes she would freshen up again in his hot springs, but there was no sense in this lovely demon fouling her armor this early in the day...

After making certain her lovely curves were clean, he then fetched her dragonbone armor, and with well trained and practiced hands, he assisted her in donning it. He was very meticulous and dutiful in his movements, caressing her flesh as he knew she loved to be touched... He adjusted the pads in the armor and secured the straps to perfection so that it hugged her flowing lines and delicious curves immaculately...

Such a crime to let her put it on by herself... Perhaps he was greedy insisting in doing this for her... It fulfilled him to care for her like this... Arch knew she would be pleased...

He stood up, and pressed his muscled body into her armored frame, kissing her again... "The absolute least I can do for the horrible mistress that tormented me the night before, only to wake me this morning with a gentle kiss, and a whisper that my breakfast was ready..."

Mirajane's eyes widened. He was persistent, not even letting her say a word, not that she wanted to deny his request anyways. Gasping softly as his lips explored her body and bit at her nipples, he was a dream come true. She didn't even have to force him to do anything, he was so willing and eager to please. This was something rare, actually, she never experienced anything like this before. She was truly lucky.

One final kiss on the lips before he departed, taking the stack of dishes with him. She sat there on her bed, pondering on what just happened. She still was in disbelief. Who would willingly do this for their mistress, a demon at that? Placing an index finger on her chin, she chuckled, hearing the clutter of dishes echo in the hallway as he worked away.

Such a good man.

Her man.

Upon his arrival was even another shocker. He prepared a hot jug of water and a washrag to rinse her body with from the amazing night they had together. "You're honestly too sweet to me." Her lips curved into a smile, again, allowing him to explore her body, to clean her and have fun while doing so.

Tugging him towards her, she kissed him passionately, his hands still moving around, this time massaging her plump breasts, feeling them bounce as he moved his hand around. "You're turning me on..." She muttered, growling against his ear, wanting to make him scream again, not for the curse's fulfillment but for herself. She knew it would be best to continue this raunchy scene at his place.

He fitted the armor on her perfectly, filling her up as he placed each armor piece on her delicately. She watched him attentively, smiling softly. He was a gem.

"Sorry for the crime I did to you this morning." Her sarcasm only made her laugh, tugging at him again to kiss his lips, exhaling in pure and utter bliss. Who said demons couldn't fall in love? Mirajane was beginning to, and she knew it.

It was his turn to get bathed and dressed.

Setting him down on the same spot she did, her hand dipped into the water, making sure the washrag was wet enough to lather over his body. Ringing it over the pot, she began to massage lightly over his biceps, moving over to his firm chest, kissing his lips tenderly as her hand traveled. Damn, he was so toned, and she loved every minute of it. She stroked his member, teasing it slightly before moving down to his legs, generously coating them with the warm water until he was clean.

Mirajane had male clothes already, always keeping some in stock just in case she had a male visitor swing by. Picking out a long black leather coat, a pair of black jeans with a boots to match, and a tight white shirt. It was simple clothing, nothing special. Fitting it on him, she grinned, adoring the way they showed his male form to her.

"Ready to go to your place?" Flailing her hands around for a second, the portal appeared again, purple and black swirls emitting around the edges, giving off a deathly glow, yet no harm was given if you went into the portal. Without waiting for a response, her hand intertwined with his own, walking out to the portal, hugging him from behind as her wings extended. They were now hovering over his mansion.

"This is a beautiful view..." She gasped, not expecting his place to be so... huge and neat.

Arch looked out over his estate, and at this height the view was breathtaking...

The morning sun peeked lazily over the northern mountain peaks, splashing the mackerel patterned clouds with bright orange, setting them aflame...
Orange light reflected beautifully of the surface of the clear blue lake, and schools of many thick bodied fish swam slowly as the sun warmed their waters...

Max's barge was circling the central Island like always... This was simply what Max liked to do with his time, and he had no need of sleep...

The Wizard then looked to the lovely Demoness that he was trying desperately hard not to fall in love with... She looked particularly radiant in the morning sun...
Without thinking, he squeezed her fingers lovingly... "Yes, a very Beautiful View..." He whispered to her...

Arch didn't know where to begin, his 300 acre estate had many lovely spots to visit.

The cottage itself was always pleasant and comfortable, usually smelling of freshly baked bread and exotic spices.

The Tower Library was a vast bastion of knowledge, very quiet and a perfect place to devote some serious thought to something important...

There was a cool spring feeding a pond to the north, and the sparkling clear pond was filled with exotic tamed carp that were a myriad of colors, all of them gifts from his good friend from the far east, Prince Jah.

He had built a Gazeebo to the south, and had allowed various vine like flowing plants to cover it with their growth...

Arch could hear the subtle thundering of the distant waterfalls off the mountains to the west....

Arch had decided it was best to start with the Golem... Due to the situation, Mirajane would be a frequent visitor, if not permanent fixture of this place now....
He guided her carefully to the massive floating raft, and landed upon it neatly right where the large war-machine could easily see them. Max immediately let go of the Tiller, and approached them cautiously with slow ponderous steps...

Behind the helmet like head of his, Max's eyes were glowing a pale Blue. Good, he was not going to attack them...

Max somehow could always read the wizard perfectly... The Massive golem slowly bent down to pick up one of his beautiful raku clay pots, this one containing one of his prized spathiphylums...



"Elegant, pale, and beautiful, just like your hair Lady Demoness..." The metallic voice said to her calmly, offering her the plant...

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What appeared to be a very handsome man with an athletic, lean build lounged lazily upon a thick oak branch many feet above the ground. He casually brushed his stark white hair from his ruby-like eyes, and watched the beautiful sunset with disinterest... Rhys swore... Tasks such as this were beneath him... He hated this realm, it was too cold, quiet, and peaceful. He missed his torture fields, the smell of freshly burnt and tortured flesh, the cacophony of screams and laments of the souls suffering at the hands of his servants... Ah yes, pure bliss...

Immediately to his right, perched further down the same branch is a sensual and predatory looking woman with sparkling, emerald green hair that swayed lightly in the pleasant morning breeze. Her blue eyes darted this way and that, watching the various birds and small animals scurry and fly about... She shifted her billowing leathery bat wings behind her... She bit her lower lip in anticipation...
Her well manicured hands gripped a small rod of power jealously...

Below them on the ground, standing silently, was a huge hulk of what appeared to be a man halfway meshed with the form of a bull... Similar to a Minotaur but far larger, easily standing fourteen feet tall, and carrying a massive two handed axe that could easily cleave a heavy redwood tree in two... Two huge horns curled out from either side of his head, and his big nose wore a metal hoop about a foot in diameter... He snorted once impatiently, steam arising from his breath in the cold morning air...

The woman suddenly tensed, and her bow furrowed, her eyes darting upwards...

Her full, erotic mouth parted slowly and uttered in a silky voice... "They're here..."

Rhys did not waste any time, he had felt the gate open too... Dear Mirajane would not be able to detect them, he had strong protective magics in place to stop that. The human male that she was rumored to be entertaining was of no consequence. He was a mortal and beneath his notice....

He quickly stood, and leapt nimbly from branch to branch, moving silently and very quickly, with the Green Demoness gliding like a whisper hot on his heels...

Their employer had only asked for one thing... Close off their way back, and keep them distracted long enough for another force to invade Mirajane's Realm... She was not there to defend it, and it was likely quite vulnerable...

Rhys smiled at that. Mirajane was not stupid, her realm was likely heavily defended, and the small force the employer had in mind would be nowhere near enough... But he wasn't paid enough to divulge such information... Not for free... He could always extract more of a Tithe later... This little visit was simply to see what MJ had been up to these days....

Rhys knew her, and would fight her himself... The emerald haired maiden flying along behind him is known as Madori, and was a very skilled practitioner of the Arcane. Her job was to take care of the male, who was rumored to be a simple hedge wizard of no real power... Madori skills were likely overkill but it was best to always be prepared. The Brute beeath them likewise moved quietly, but only due to the heavy enchantments placed upon him, since he normally sounds like a stampede all by himself when he runs. The Brute was a slave and had no name, beaten into submission and broken to follow orders without question long ago by his own whips... The Brute's job was to handle the heavy golem... If he was successful, the Brute would be allowed the privledge of having his own name...

That of course was a lie, that beastly creature was nothing more than fodder, back up muscle if it was needed....

Rhys came to the edge of the treeline, and hid behind a thick clutch of oak leaves as he watched the Barge float into view. His keen eyes could see everything clearly... Rhys swore...
Their intel had been grossly innacurate...

Yes, it was Mirajane, but the massive ancient war golem handing her a.... Potted Plant? Rhys had to arch an eyebrow for a second, but he shook his head and dismissed it...
Despite the contruct's.... Hobby.... He was easily just as massive as the brute, and armed with long forgotten black powder armaments... He could smell the gunpowder and dwarven lubricants from here...

The Man at her right was handsome to be sure, likely just her latest lovesick plaything... Poor bastard... As if his luck wasn't already bad enough, it was about to get much worse...

"Alright , the both of you know what to do..." He whispered silently. Both of his servants nodded once...

Madori began to chant under her breath, targeting the portal leading back to MJ's layer of Hell... The Beast crouched low beneath them on the ground, and growled low and deep in his chest, rumbling the leaves of the nearby trees... A few startled birds squawked angrily and flew upwards...

Rhys froze, hoping the damn idiot didn't just alert their quarry to their presence yet!!! He swore that if he got the creature back alive, he would castrate the foolish Minotaur himself, in some slow, unimaginably painful manner...


He let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding... The trio continued their discussion, seemingly unaware of their impending doom...

Mirajane proceeded to take the lovely flower, holding it closely to her nostrils and took a big whiff from it. She sighed, her cheeks glowing a soft pink hue. "Thank you very much." A smile as beautiful as hers radiated, shining up anyone's gloomy day. The Golem was content, the soft churning sound of his active pipes and engine echoed through her ears, like a soft and gentle hum that could almost lull her to sleep.

Here on this planet, everything seemed so peaceful, so beautiful and breathtaking. MJ never wanted to leave this place, and despite the hellish manner you would think someone like her would be disgusted with Threa. No. Not MJ. She couldn't possibly.

It was nice to get a tour of the beautiful island, Arch and Max showing her around. The wind smelt so crisp and fresh, soothing her lungs and making it easier to breathe, somewhat. The everlasting butterflies that stormed around in her stomach was a feeling she hoped to feel for a long time.

Taking the Snow White flower that Max had given her earlier, gently she tucked it in her ear, making the flower sticking out in the front, close enough to sniff at her leisure all day. Already MJ could tell that this day was going to be promising and very nice, but little did she know hell was about to happen in this perfect scene.

Something felt a bit... Odd. As if something was being weakened, but she couldn't even begin to put a finger on what was happening. Nothing around her felt weird or looked out of the ordinary. Just, a weird feeling was coursing through her veins, something she was no control over. Before she could continue to think about it in the back of her mind as Arch showed her around, a rustling was coming from the bushes and trees in the distance.

In pure reflex, her bat-like wings sprung to life, almost longer than her as they spread out, shielding Arch and Max in the confines of them. "Who goes there?" Snarling under her clenched teeth, her crystal blue eyes searched endlessly, trying to find the source of the commotion. But then, a loud and amused chuckle rang through the air, an eerie wave casting over the trio. A black figure stood out of the bushes, a demon-like form from the depths of the shadow they were in. Walking closer, the sun grazed against their face and it was.... It was Rhys!

"Happy to see me?" He spoke with such high authority, his chin sticking up in the air and his hands extended, making a grand entrance. Mirajane couldn't help but feel the blood that she had in her veins boil, her eyes instantly turning emerald-red.

"What are you doing here... brother..?" It felt awful for her to call him that, after all that he had done to her, their mother and the hellish world they grew up together on. Though, Rhys' wasn't her real brother, but they shared a lot of similarities.

"Quit that brother shit. It's sickening, how old are you?" He waved her words around as if swatting an annoying fly buzzing endlessly in his face. Rhys wasn't one for playing games, he enjoyed getting in on the action and most of all, getting the job done. Especially with his own hands. No one seemed to be by him, so MJ figured he came here by himself to pick a fight with her. Brushing his snow-white hair from his face, his defined male face was seen perfectly.

Mirajane knew this would be a serious situation for all of them, and fear wanted to consume her mind. No. She trained better than this. To not let emotion in. "Spill the guts, why are you here goddamn it?!" Another loud chuckle left his ponderous lips, a finger being placed on them. He was having the time of his life, and this pissed MJ off more than anything. "Heh, and you question my age."

"The only guts that's about to be spilled is yours. Plain and simple as that." He let out a loud sigh, rolling his eyes. "Enough talking. Come on MJ, I've been dying to wrap my hands around your throat." Immediately he got in a playful fighting stance, but this would be no play fight. As all of this was going on, Mirajane still had no idea that the portal to her world would be broken into. Madori had just about wrapped up her casting spell over the portal to Hell, but left it open long enough for her force to invade. This was all going perfect for them.

"Arch, please." She begged, still staring at her brother that was faced straight across, not looking at him as she spoke. "I need you to help, I can't do this alone." Sweat was beading at the top of her brow, dragging along her cheek to drip off at her jaw.

Unfortunately for Arch, he was about to deal with his own bit of trouble, Madori coming through the shadows herself to reveal who she was, smirking as she instantly looked at her opponent. "Scared? How adorable."

Arch fumbled around behind MiraJane's huge leathery wing, grasped the edge of It, and looked around to see Rhys...

Arch did not speak, the wizard only observed... He could see his demoness sweating... She looked worried, and then under her breath pleaded, PLEADED for his help... It was a compliment, but also very disturbing, to make someone that powerful sweat and then beg for help? Rhys must be very real threat indeed...

His mind immediately set itself to work, speeding through several situations and possible outcomes within a single heartbeat...
The Wizard was at full strength now... He had just had the best sex of his life with a gorgeous female demon, slept peacefully in her arms in her bed, and then she cooked him a very delicious breakfast.

Such things were unheard of... He considered himself the luckiest man alive... Arch quickly decided on a course of action...
With a deep, thrumming boom, he disappeared into a bluish flame followed by a wisp of indigo colored mist...

Arch then reappeared in a brilliant flash of light down by the riverbank, with a magnificent table set up with what appeared to be a sumptuous feast laid out for no fewer than twelve people...
A roast ham glazed with honey, a huge turkey, steaming and encrusted with many exotic spices, kegs of chilled ale and wine, a steaming teapot ringed by many cups, and numerous cheeses, pies, and pastries all around...

The wizard stood there, dressed in a white frilly apron with warm yellow daisys printed all over it. Arch eyed up the table with concern, his flour covered hand under his chin...

"I receive visitors ever so rarely, and you caught me somewhat unprepared..." He murmured to Rhys while still looking at the table... "Will this be enough place settings for everyone that you brought with you?"

Rhys stopped advancing, a look of surprise on his face, and he arched one of his white eyebrows... Was the wizard serious? He said nothing, but nodded his head once to Madori.

The green haired beauty smiled a nasty looking smile, raising her hand up, then bringing it down sharply to point in front of her. A loud crackling sound thundered across the ground, and a wide white hot bolt of lightning streaked from her fingers to strike Arch and the table dead center, exploding in a massive release of magical energy. A rush of scorching wind cascaded from the area, washing over everyone...

At the same moment, the Muscular brute-beast erupted from the dense underbrush, charging at Max...
The heavy war machine spun around, using a grace and dexterity that belied his massive, heavy looking metallic construction...
Max crouched down low with a loud hiss of his steam powered legs, bracing to receive the charge...

The brute hit the war golem square in his armored chest, the metallic clanging sound ringing out loudly across the area over the breeze. The War Golem's heavy feet plowed large, deep rents in the soil from the impact... The brute took many heavy swings at max, with the golem taking them, being moved around roughly with his armor suffering a few scratches and dents, but otherwise seemed unconcerned... Max then caught one of the brute's hands in one of his mighty metal fists, and the hydraulics squealed in protest... A thick, wet crunching noise came from the brutes hand, and the creature cried out in anguish, desperately trying to pry his fist from the golem's grasp with his free hand...

With a groan of his powerful hydraulics, Max quickly swung his arm over his head, launching the brute a good twenty feet into the air, only to have the very ground shake as the massive creature struck it back first...
The brute groaned but quickly rolled over, getting back to his feet, cradling the fractured and bloody hand to his massive chest...

A few moments later, there was nothing left but a smoking crater where the table had been, littered with the remains of the table and the great feast...
A black and gold gauntleted hand suddenly appeared over Rhy's left shoulder, as if the arm it was attached to belonged to a longtime friend. In his other hand, Arch took a hearty bite from a spiced turkey leg, chewing with gusto... "You know what, you are right..." Arch murmured, licking the grease from his lips... "That table was hideous, I never did care for it..."

Rhys was not amused, and with blinding speed, the demon spun around and launched his fist at the Wizard's face... The fist connected with a loud, wet cracking noise, sending Madori skidding and tumbling down the grassy plain... The green haired Demoness cried out in pain, but begrudgingly stood to her feet, a look of pure rage washed over her bruised face, staring with wide eyed contempt at Rhys...

"You know..." Arch's voice came from behind " If that's how you are going to treat my other guests, I am going to have to ask you to leave sir..."

Rhys wheeled around and looked upwards angrily... The Wizard was floating there in mid air, holding a teacup in his gauntleted hands, sipping from it, savoring what smelled to be a warm, spiced tea.. A large clay enamled teapot floated near him with many teacups, as well as a tray of assorted pastries... The teapot poured one steaming cup of tea, and it floated down to hover within the grasp of Rhys...

"Are you sure you wont at least try it?" Arch murmured to him calmly, taking another sip of his tea... "Its really quite delicious..."

Rhys glared up at the wizard with his black coat billowing around him, then to Madori, watching her as she regained her footing, and then to the teacup... He felt the anger and adrenaline surge through his system... This Wizard was apparently a showman, and was taunting him.... He wanted to slap away the teacup... However...

Rhy's scowl suddenly melted away, and was replaced by a pleasant smile... "Actually, why not..." Rhys reached out to take the enameled crock ware teacup, and swirled its contents, releasing its aroma... It smelled quite heavenly... Rhys brought the hot liquid to his lips, and tasted it. The hot liquid filled his mouth, the taste of the spices mixed in with the tea was quite delicious... There was no trace of foul poison or foul play... The Wizard was respectful... There was apparently more to him than he was led to believe... His antics though were entreating...

Arch smiled down at him, raising his cup... "Now good sir..." Arch said happily... "Inquiring minds want to know... What is the purpose of your visit?"
He savored his tea, but his mind was working blindingly fast... They were powerful to be sure, but he needed more information on their abilities... The green demoness was obviously a spell caster like him, and that lightning blast was impressive... He actually loved that table, but he could always summon one just like it later....

He likewise watched as the Brute advanced slowly on Max, the two of them circling each other slowly, sizing one another up... The Brute possessed an advanced healing ability, his hand slowly knitting its skin back together, the ligaments and tendons pulling the bones back into place, setting them... The brute then drew his massive battle axe, growling low and deep at the golem, shaking the ground beneath his feet. A sword like blade sprung out from the armored right arm of Max, with a large circular disk assembling itself on his other arm... That promised to be a spectacular battle to watch, unfortunately he would have to focus on his own...

Rhys finished his tea, and the cup floated back up to Arch to Disappear with the others... "Wizard..." Rhys said, almost a whisper out of the corner of his grinning mouth... " I am almost disappointed to have been sent to kill you, I have this feeling that you and I would get along famously if the situation were different... However..."

The demon whispered an infernal word, and a long, bone like katana appeared in his hands, surrounded by a black nimbus that seemed to absorb the light around it... He said nothing else, and with great alacrity, the demon rushed up to Arch, swinging his weapon in a wide arc, as if to cut him in two...

The Wizard appeared unconcerned, and when the blade was about to cleave him, he quickly raised up one of his gauntleted hands, a short, wide blade quickly sliding up out of it to block the sword blow.

Arch powerfully smacked the katana away, and floated a short distance back, but was then forced to dodge another lightning bolt tossed at him from Madori... "A little help here dearest?" he called down to Mirajane...

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Max, the twenty ton war machine made of iron, brass, and rare crystalline substances, and forgotten , heavily enchanted alloys engaged his close combat protocols... His assailant was too close for the auto cannon to be used effectively...
A large adamantine blade slid into place on his right arm, with lightning crackling up its length, showering sparks onto the torn soil below... The powerful hydraulics in his left arm spun into action, bringing forth the folded shield assembly Arch had installed maybe a week ago, just before his curse had afflicted him...


His heads up display was flashing green for most of his body parts, save a yellow warning for his left knee... The charge of the brute had strained the hydraulics there, and one side's hoses were cracked and leaking...
But the backup systems were functioning fine... He was also reading superficial damage to his chest and right shoulder armor...

A similar problem happened during the battle to hold the pass, and the golem's legs had locked up, forcing him to drag the leg around behind him... Thankfully Max was still able to provide the wizard with cover fire long enough for Arch to cause a nasty rockslide, one that had buried their pursuers under tons of jagged stone and dirt...

Arch had been able to effect repairs during the lull in attacks from the north... once the week long battle was finally over Arch had decided to upgrade Max's Hydraulics with redundant systems... This was the first time in several years such systems were needed...

He was unconcerned with the other two assailants... Arch was using his usual tactic of annoying the enemy to provoke a negative emotional response... It proved largely useful in the past... He would focus on his own battle...

Max's rube red optical sensors analyzed the bestial creature before him... It resembled a minotaur, but was far larger, more muscular... He had no clue as to its intelligence as yet... It also appeared to have accelerated healing, the fractured bones in its left hand already healed... This would be no problem, Max would simply use tactic 138, programmed and stored in his crystalline brain pathways, It was usually to be used against trolls, which likewise had accelerated healing... It called for acid and fire to be used. Max did not have a resivoir for acid installed, and his pyrotechnic flamethrower did not have any naphtha at the moment... He did however have his lightning infused blade on his right arm, and would do nicely...

It had numerous scars adorning its filthy, muscular body, with anklets, cuffs, and a collar, all congaing bits of broken chain... Its left horn was broken halfway off...

It was armed with a massive axe composed from an unknown mineral... Max would treat it as a threat, unsure if his adamant-alloyed armor plating could stand up to it... His shield however was supposedly able to deflect any type of physical attack with ease... It was a brand new system and untested... There was no emotion of fear however... Only cold, calculating logic... His crystalline brain turned off all emotive responses during combat, they only served to get in the way and lower his combat potential...

Depending on the combat skill of his opponent, Max calculated anywhere from 38% to 87% chance of defeating the creature...
The beast was very strong, but slow and not very bright, judging from his blunt force attack using brute strength...

"An enemy is at his weakest only when he attacks, watch and learn of his actions, and wait for an opening..."
Max had no memory of who taught him that tactic, but its logic was sound, and had always served him well in the past...

The Golem waited patiently, watching the great beast circle him, matching his movements... The beast suddenly flinched as a great peal of thunder ripped through the area, with a lightning blast striking a tree at an upward angle... He then heard the wizard call to Mirajane for assistance...

The hulking beast the glared and growled at him.... Max did nothing, such displays of brutishness were meant to intimidate, to scare... He was immune to that right now...
However, he could taunt the beast, fake an emotional response, goad it into attacking...

The War Machine did not have to wait long... The Beast hefted his mighty axe for an overhead swing... his angle was awkward and slow, Max raised up his right handed weapon to deflect it to the side. Max's defense was successful, and the beast's axe bounced off of his electrified blade, and sank into the ground deeply. Max used the opportunity to bash the beast with his shield arm, making the fiend howl out in rage, and take a few steps back, without his weapon...

For some unknown reason, the war golem grasped the axe, and tossed it to the creature...
"Do not be so rash with your actions..." His modulated voice box grinded out... "Now pick up your weapon..."
Max then saluted the beast, bringing his sword arm up and foreword in a gesture of respect...


The Beast glared at max with unbridled rage, but slowly reached down to retrieve his great double bladed axe...

Max calculated his probability at a firm 74% now... Hopefully the Wizard and Mirajane would be so lucky...

"What's going on here?" Mirajane spoke with a low tone, curious as to why he would play a silly game with her brother. He was only wasting time that was now precious to them. Rhys was someone you didn't play with, but even him responding back in a playful manner was shocking to his sister.

Mirajane didn't know where to keep her focus on. Arch was off in one direction, Rhys was off in another, and every one else was doing their own thing. No one individually was targeting her, so this gave her a chance to see everyone's fighting style. As she turned around to glance at Arch, he was already requesting help from her. Nodding in his direction, she let Arch have Rhys, but her main focus was the green emerald beauty in the far distance striking down lightening.

Madori glanced over at MJ, a smile curling up on her playful lips. She seemed deprived from action, and she was getting her biggest dosage of it now. "I've heard a lot about you, Mirajane..." Madori walked over to where MJ was located, her hips swaying in a sassy manner, the staff that was held in her hand was gripped tightly with her palm.

"All good things I hope." MJ replied back, sarcasm coating her tongue. Her brows began to furrow and was quickly getting unimpressed with this child's play. Her wings extended outwards, the wind brushing up against the flaps. The dragon bone armor on her body was a nice choice today, serving her a good source of reflecting the damage that would sooner or later come in her direction.

Madori didn't even bother to respond, only letting out a soft chuckle as her lips separated to show a toothily grin. Taking her staff, she raised it in the air, a big gust of clouds whirling around above, a dark and nasty gray color. "You've already pissed me off, feel my wrath now." The clouds came to life, a light streak of electricity sparking, until the entire sky filled with the bright yellow hue.

MJ's pupils dilated, the bolt coming straight towards her, and even though the bolt was traveling faster than the speed of light, the time seemed so slow for her. Luckily, fate was on MJ's side, and with a quick contortion of her slim body, she escaped the violent strikes of electricity that came hurdling down on her. Never before had her heart ran inside of her chest like this. Fear was seen in her eyes, and Madori was quick to sense it.

"The Demon Lord? Scared? I thought I would never see this day." She was soaking everything up, loving each and every moment. "Are you scared because big bad brother is in town?" A high pitch voice carried along, talking to her like a child who was misbehaving. MJ was growing sick of this, sick of her, and sick of her brother. Why did he come down anyways?

"I'll just banish you into my hell, they'll take care of you." With a flick of her wrist, she attempted to summon the portal, but little did she know it was cut off from her. The portal did not appear, and no magic was felt from her fingertips of the action. Again, she tried to do this, but instead made herself look foolish in front of her enemy, who was laughing over her knees and clutched her stomach.

Still, nothing.

"What's the matter? Did you get caught with an interference?" Madori swung her magical staff around her finger, walking closer to her. The big bruise on her face became noticeable now, and MJ couldn't help but let out a long laugh. Raising a brow at such an awkward response, she placed her hands on her hips in distaste. "I am not understanding how this is funny. You're going to die?"

"Oh, shut up you bitch." She straightened her posture, and twisted her body around, kicking the poor girl right in her abdomen. She gasped, hearing the air get knocked out right out from her, and her back landed right on the soil. MJ caught the girl off guard, and it was a hard task, she wasn't going to lie.

Peering over her shoulder, MJ watched as Arch and Rhys began their battle, and she knew Rhys would not play fair. While she still had some time, she lifted herself up from the ground, and was aiming for her brothers stomach. Making sure her speed and accuracy were quick, she grabbed her brother right where she calculated, and pushed him down to the ground.

Looking over at Arch, she motioned for him to go to Madori, taking care of her while she took care of him. Quickly Rhy's got up from her grip, and she took a handful of her hair along with him. She screamed, clawing at his hands to be freed. Rhys had always been strong, but never as strong as her. "It's nice to see you again, how do you like my little crew?" He turned her head to face them all, MJ's face wincing in pain.

Spinning her body around, she kicked at his leg, forcing him to let go of her luscious white locks. Her hands began to light up a dark purple, her eyes filling in with that same shade. She was getting enraged, her skin cracking from the utter anger that coursed through her hellish veins. "What did you do with my portal? What are your intentions? I demand an explanation." Without warning, her hand grabbed harshly at his neck, lifting him up from the ground but allowed him enough to breathe. All he did was smile at her, as if he had her wrapped around his tough finger.

She showed her teeth, not getting an answer from him but only a sarcastic smile. "Tell me!" Her voice boomed to life, pinning his back up against a nearby tree, hearing the bark crack underneath him from the utter amount of force. He flinched, but showed no signs of discomfort or pain.

"What makes you think I will willingly tell you why we were send here?" Taking his arms he folded them against his muscular chest, his piercing eyes meeting with her dark ones. Bellowing, she took him again and pushed him even harder into the tree, this time making sure it hurt him. Even her grip tightened around his throat, hearing him begin to gasp now for his breath.

"I'll kill you." She threatened him with clenched teeth, raising her free hand over her head as a dark orb grew more powerful with rage within her grasp. "Tell me or it ends." Before she had a chance to proceed with her actions, she heard a crackle of lightening, and without a chance to react, she collapsed to the ground, letting go of her retched brother. Her knees met with the soil, and her body felt as if it was on fire.

"Stop acting tough, you never were."

Arch nodded to MJ, and dodged back as she took on her brother herself.... She knew him better than he did, and likely could exploit his weaknesses...
He then turned his attention to the green haired maiden Rhys had brought with him...
Madori was down on the ground beneath him, taunting him with a smile, twirling her magic staff around in her well manicured fingers, and tossed her emerald hair in a flirtatious manner.

The Wizard floated down, and canceled his flight magic as he felt his feet touch the dew covered grass...
The Wizard Grinned... A Mageduel... Something he had not had the pleasure of having in quite some time...

She did not waste any time, and slammed her staff into the ground... Within a few moments he was surrounded by many Madoris...

He was familiar with the effect, he had a similar illusion know to him that made multiple copies of the caster to confuse and confound an attacker... Illusions were fun...
Arch looked for the telltale ribbons linking the images back to the caster, where they would all converge... They were ususally invisible, but Arch was highly attuned, and saw...

Absolutely nothing... He bit his lower lip as the mirror images advanced upon him, beautiful but deadly smiles and flashing emerald eyes all around him...
She was doing something different... However...

Arch closed his eyes, and listened, canting his head slightly to the side...
He could hear the soft grass being crunched under someone's boots directly to his left...

With his eyes still closed, His left Arm shot out toward the noise, white hot lightning erupting from his palm to strike at the ground where the noise was emanating from...
He heard Madori yelp, and then her lithe body cutting through the air.... As she back flipped out of the way...

Arch had taken special precautions to protect his ears from the booming effects of the lightning a long time ago... And as such he was able to hear Madori over the deafening thunder as if it was nothing more than a whisper...

He launched successive bolts in the direction of Madori, Aiming with his ears rather than his eyes... He could hear her backflipping on her hands and feet quickly... Damn she was fast...

Arch teleported just behind her location in an instant, finding her hiding behind a large, heavy oak tree, peeking around it to where he had just been a moment before....
He grinned, and loosed a thick bolt of crackling electricity right at her, point blank range....

Just to have it pass right through her... An Illusion? He almost had time to swear, until he felt the heavy thump just behind his neck and under his skull from Madori's staff...

pinpricks of light swam before his eyes as his vision grew cloudy... He just had time to see Rhys standing over MJ's unconscious body... "Damn it..." He whispered, just before his vision went completely dark...

It felt almost as if a freight train collided with Mirajane, her body aching tremendously all around, especially behind her retina's. A migraine lingered, and each time her heart pounded in her chest, it also pounded throughout her body. It was a god-awful feeling, and it was easy to tell it wouldn't be quick to get rid of. Mirajane had a hard time trying to open her eyes, seeming to be sealed shut, as if they were glued together, but as she persisted more, her eyes opened slowly. The room was spinning, but it wasn't long before the spinning slowed down to a steady stop. "W-where am I?" An unused and cracked voice whispered out, her tongue hitting the roof of her dry mouth and proceeded to lick her cracked lips.

She wasn't paying attention to where she was at, but the place was not recognizable at all. The walls were a soft shade of grey, the ceiling white with little bumps on it, and the floor she was laying on full of fuzzy carpet. Attempting to move her hands to her waist, she was abruptly stopped, her wrists shackled by manacles that were fasted to the wall, with manacles on her feet to keep them close together yet gave her some room to move, but barely any if that.

Everything was beginning to come back to her at full force, impacting her hippocampus in her brain. Holding her breath in, she used all of her force in attempt to remove of the damned shackles, but she found herself weak. No, these weren't any ordinary manacles, they drained her power, too! "Oh, shit..." Cursing low under her breath, for once she was actually afraid. Never before was she placed in a situation like this before.

Where was Arch? Frantically, her blue irises searched around the room, her heart beating like sticks hitting a drum rapidly, random and quickened beats. There he was, on a rack with wheels, strapped down with his hands bounded together by the same manacles as she was wearing, and more than likely, they would cause the same effect on her; draining their power to become useless. His eyes were still shut, but the easy in and out of his chest signified life. He was okay, and she could sigh in relief for the moment.

A door crept open, as if on cue to her awakening. A familiar male figure entered into the room, the clanking of his metal armor reverberating against the darkened walls. Despite of his always no-good intentions, the room he had placed them into was rather eccentric, he must of had something up his sleeve, and it wouldn't be good. "Ah, I see you have awakened there, fiend."

The Prince of Lies. That is who this brutish male was.

"What are your intentions? Don't beat around the bush." Mirajane's voice was strained, and it hurt to talk, but she couldn't understand why he wanted them here, what would he possibly want with them?

"You shouldn't ask too many questions." Taking his gauntlet fingertips, he gripped at the torn fabric of his cape, and eased it down to rest on his shoulders, his masculine face and defined jaw structure now in plain sight. She admitted it, he was devilishly handsome and appealing, but his bad reputation made everything dwindle down. "I think I am going to grab a seat over here and just wait." Extending out a cushioned chair, he sat on it comfortably, crossing his arms and bringing his right leg over-top of his left one. His facial expression seemed to be bemused, but it was a mask to hide his real thoughts and intentions.

"Wait for what? Stop avoiding my questions god damn it!" Now Mirajane's voice was booming with action, her anger and fear getting the best of her and vibrating in her vocal chords. She was not one to play games, especially when lives were at stake.

But he just simply ignored her, bowing his head down as if he were dozing off for the time being.

"Prick!"

Arch's head pounded, his thoughts hazy with an angry, crimson mist...
He was lying down, with something heavy, cold and metallic against his skin, locked around his wrists and ankles...
The sounds of distant wailing, cracks of leathery whips, and screams of anguish reverberating off of cold stone assaulted his ears...
The feel of hot, stale, dry air permeated his clammy, sweaty skin...

The wizard's eyes opened slowly, heavy tears obscuring his vision. He felt cold wood up and down his back...

Arch could hear two voices just outside the edge of his hearing, steadily growing in volume as his consciousness came back to him...

Two voices, one of the familiar... No... Both of them familiar? One was liquid, feminine, seductive, but currently bore a fearful tinge... She was scared of something...
Marijane... She was here, arguing with someone?

The other, masculine but dark, full of contempt and hate... Metal armor clanking as he walked.... He knew that voice... Who did it belong to?
He searched his thoughts.... He remembered a second battle at his estate, three demons... One called Rys, and huge brutish creature, and a woman with emerald green hair...

His mind was still too broken, still to hazy to hold thoughts for very long..... His memory shifted again to the second voice... Arch was sure he had heard it before... Or perhaps Draelothoth had heard it before, and his plundered memories... Then he had it...

Draelothoth's immediate superior, the Prince of Lies.... He tried to curse, but a metal bit was lodged firmly in between his teeth, stretching his jaw and making it ache...

He grabbed hold of his throughts with his mind's hand tightly, forcing his mind back into the realm of consciousness... His eyes feeling as if they had hundred pound weights attached to them...

Arch wearily turned his head to the side, and he felt an icy chill run down his spine... He was restrained to a torture rack, with trays of torture implements; Saws, picks, syringes small hammers, branding irons, knives, and may other horrible things lining the shelves and tables near him...

Why couldn't the goddess of fate just leave him the hell alone? He could have been on the lake fishing with max right now... But no, that damnable meddling Goddess just wouldn't let him enjoy his existence...

He groaned... He tried to summon his will to blast apart his restraints, but his mind was met with an intense, stabbing pain, feeling as if his very soul was being ripped apart... A sensation he knew all to well... The same restraints that Draelothoth had used on him five years ago, that kept him from using his magic... This was his secret fear, to be helpless and restrained again, horribly tortured at the hands of another sadistic demon... But to have MJ restrained where she could watch... Oh damn that goddess, what in the hells had she embroiled him in now!?!?

He just wanted to die, to simply not exist anymore... fear gripped him, shaking him to his very core... But somehow he kept his resolve... The Wizard was more angry than fearful....

Arch would be tortured again, that much was inevitable... But he had survived it the last time... And he could again... He quickly worked to compartmentalize his memories and hide the memories of Draelothoth among them... He did not give into the fear, He would eventually escape this place somehow, and then he would kill every demon that ever existed...

Rage welled up in his heart....

He wanted to swear and curse, but it would do no good. He would just have to wait and see what fate had in store for him... But she would pay for this....

The Prince raised his head up carefully, pivoting it towards the direction of Arch who was attempting to wake up. A unique feeling of solicitude rose in the pit of her chest for Arch. Atrocious was this event, and he was caught in the middle of it. Why was her lord so unforgiving? Was she behind this, or was it misfortune at their hands? Either way, it was deplorable.

Mirajane had not taken the time to scrutinize the arrangements of different torture and lethal weapons stacked sprucely on the wall. There was so many of them. To be blunt, he was more than likely to set out, with malice aforethought, to end lives.

"Nice to see that you have risen up from your somewhat peaceful slumber..." Coiling his hands on his lap for only a brief moment, his eyes spaced out in the near distance. He was capable of anything, really. And that was the blood-curdling part of it all. What was his intentions? His plans? Ascending from his comfortable seat, gingerly he removed of the metallic gauntlets, clonking slightly as they left his forearms. Taking the faltered pieces of armor, and in a genteel manner, laid them against the cushions of the chair.

It was offsetting the way he handled his equipment with such care, but to them they were nothing more than toys. Gobbling down the lodged up spit in her throat, Mirajane tried again to rid of the manacles, contorting her body around like a flailing fish. It was short lived when a surge of torment spiked through the devices, making the poor demoness howl in pain.

Arch laid right in front of her, showcasing on the torture rack. His eyelids were heavy and shared resemblances of being plastered. Was he drunk? Drugged? Or was the manacles depriving him of his power really taking such a toll on him? "Arch, stay strong for me? You hear? That's an order." Hard it was to put on a show to stay tough for him, but she hoped this would be encouraging enough to get through this evil ordeal.

Clonk. Clonk. The soft rustling sound of his armor plated boots ricocheted against the soft gray walls, his face reading no emotion. He was making his way towards her...

"I was starting to get rather impatient." The words oozed out like honey, but it didn't lighten the situation any differently. "Glad to see that Arch here was waking up, I almost couldn't keep my hands to myself..." The male was standing right in between her spread legs, creating a 'V' shape. A hint of emotion. A quirk of his lips. A puff of air left her nostrils, a breath she was unaware of holding in her.

Gritting her teeth from side to side, she did not say a word. No. She would not be sucked up into this little game he had in mind. "Oh, what's wrong? You were so talkative a minute ago. Did I... frighten you?" Trailing a firm hand on her leg, he worked it upwards until he reached her inner thigh, gripping it tightly as he locked his dark black irises with hers. "Now now... It's alright to feel something so natural. Even if you're trying to hide it as best as you can, I can still taste it."

Taking his grip off from her thigh, he let it come up to her cheek. Taking his thumb, he made circular motions around the flushed piece of flesh. It seemed sweet, tender and caring, but without warning he pinched her two cheeks together, her lips protruding out like fish lips. "If you cooperate with me, this will be a lot easier and less hard on you... maybe." Ripping his hand away from her swollen cheeks, red indentations of his fingers would linger on the skin, a discomfort feeling persisting. With haste and accuracy, he minced up her dragon bone breast plate, her breasts bouncing once they were freed from the confines.

Now it was coming together, the puzzles fitting into their rightful pieces. He was going to have his way with her. In front of Arch. She would continue to stay strong and brace, clenching her teeth together to swallow down the raw emotion that wanted to spill through the cracks in her scarred body. Leaning down, his plush nude shade lips coiled around her left breast and nipple, his tongue hungrily flicking at the little pink hardened bulb. The other breast was occupied with a kneading hand, pinching and twisting at her sensitive nipple. Minute by passing minute it was tougher to chug down her emotions, and tears boiled up in her eyes, skidding against her tear ducts. The Prince's gaze lifted up to look at her distraught face, and a small chuckle vibrated in his throat and tickled her nipple.

Retracting his mouth away, he made an appalling popping sound. Licking his maw, he seemed satisfied with the taste of her sweet and innocent flesh. "All of this emotion and fear... it pleases me." Peering over his shoulder to peep at the troubled male, he grinned from ear to ear. "Have you had a taste of this woman? Damn. She's good. I'm afraid once I am done with her you will have none left."

All at once, two hideous demons entered the room. One of them was gaunt and insectoid in appearance, with putrid flaps of green skin stretched taught over his emaciated frame... The other was fat and squat, with filthy vomit colored skin, sewn up in several places. Many of them not healing, making festering wounds with maggots pouring from them...

Both of the demons wore macbre wooden masks... They both began to select various implements from the assorted trays lining the room...

Arch felt an icy chill shoot up his spine, and panic threatened to overtake him...

The Prince of lies chuckled, making his golden armor clank with each of his breaths...
[ "Well then.." he said a matter of factly, standing up from his bench... "We will leave the three of you to get aquanted..." He murmured to Arch and the two demons...

The Arch Demon then bent down, and gripped at Mirajane's gorgeous white hair, and took a handful of it... He then proceeded to drag her across the cold floor of sharp, jagged, broken rock to the hallway of the hellish prison, to toss the battered demoness on a large wooden table...

He looked down upon her hungrily, licking his lips. He traced an arcane gesture upon his breastplate, and the magnificent armor disappeared, revealing his muscular body, his onyx black skin glinting in the torchlight...

The sickening wet sound of flesh being stripped away emanated, and a horrible scream could be heard, filling the room, permeating everything that was... Including the Prince's pointed ears...

He spread his arms and closed his eyes, drinking in the horrid sound. Terror gave him power, and infused him with strength... His massive onyx cock grew and throbbed...
The prince of lies laughed a deep, evil laugh that ecoed with the screams, and began to tear away at Mirajane's clothing... His clawed hands violating her body, his powerful hands kneading and squeezing her large breasts very roughly....

One of his hands drug its nails down her chest and stomach, leaving reddish painful scratched in their wake... He tugged at her clit piercing, holding her pussy in place...

The Prince of lies then thrust all thirteen inches of his massive man meat deep inside of Mirajane, not taking any time... He couldn't care less is she enjoyed it or not. She was his plaything now, and he would cum deep inside of all of her holes, while her beloved wizard cried out as everything that was most intimate was stripped away....

Yes, today would be a good day for the prince of lies... His children with this particular breeding vessel would be very strong, and in turn, increase their father's strength...

Gulping, Mirajane looked at the two figures walk in and instantly got a big whiff of decaying flesh. She wanted to heave; it was hard to comprehend that this was even real. It felt like a dream. This never happened, especially to the Queen of Demons.

Fear.

It was a smell that was effortlessly obvious, but she never smelt Arch’s until this very moment. Cocking a glance to the man she had enslaved under her wing, she let out a raspy whisper… “Arch… Please, stay strong.” Was this how sadness felt? It was overwhelming and it ate at the cavity of where her soul would have been that was voided out long ago.

Without fare caution, the tresses of her blizzard white hair was aggressively engrossed in an affirmative hand. It hurt so badly, and she couldn’t reach up to grab at the hands that were causing her this pain. As he tugged tighter, the nails that kept her manacles in place on the wall popped free and allowed her to be dragged where he wished to take her. Though she was weak, she attempted to contort her body around, and as expected, she got nowhere with results.

Her shackled hands reached out, trying to reach at the so close yet so far Arch that was about to get the torture of his lifetime. A small tear cascaded down her flushed cheek, the coldness stinging the hot piece of flesh. The rocky floor dug into her skin, cutting it and causing lacerations that would soon hemorrhage. To know Arch went through this before made her stomach churn. Poor man went through a lot in his lifetime. There was no one to blame but herself for putting him in this mess. If she wouldn’t have taken him in he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.
No.
This was The Goddess of Fate’s fault. She made her get Arch, and she knew something like this would happen without even warning her. Pft. Bitch.

Being thrown so carelessly on the bench, hastily her clothing and armor was stripped away as if it were only a thin piece of dainty clothing. Wow, was he powerful. If only he could see her true form at its finest. Mirajane cringed once her clitoris piercing was tugged so ruthlessly, and she wailed out slightly. It was the utmost delicate part on her womanhood and already it was getting ill-treated.

Her tongue ring flicked against the roof of her mouth, clinking around with the backside of her upper teeth. It hurt to have his talon-like nails dig into her flesh. It made her abdomen tense up, her arch back in aching, and the enflamed marks only brought back recollections of what had just happened.

What made all of this worse was her beloved wizard was crying out in agony… and she didn’t know what they were doing to him. Images flooded her imagination of the possibilities. They were ceaseless. How could she save someone when she couldn’t even save herself?

Wow… All thirteen inches was going to go into her? It looked like another monster staring right back at her, famished and eager to have a feast, and so it did. The bastard didn’t even give her a chance to adjust to the hellish prick, and she whipped her head backwards and let out a hellish scream. It passed through her cervix, and dishonored her womb that would cause a bulge in her stomach from it pressing as firm as it could go. Unfeelingly he bucked his hips, fucking her with such pride that he should have been ashamed of. Tears strolled down her cheeks, a new feeling he hadn’t yet experienced in her demon days. He gripped at her hair again, much harsher this time, while another hand tugged at her left nipple ring. He twisted and turned, then tugged it as his nails dug into the flesh around her areola. She screamed to the heavens, trying to clench her thighs together to make him exit out of her.

This only resulted in a banging smack against her face, and it rang throughout the hall. Spittle left the corner of her cracked lips, blood trailing down to her chin. He said no words, only giving her a stern and heart wrenching look before pressing her legs apart to their maximum limits. Bellowing out, Mirajane thrashed her head back and forth, gritting her teeth together as she began to taste the iron of her blood.

Letting go of her hair, both hands kneaded at her ample breasts, abusing them at his finest as if it was a secret art he kept hidden. His length was far too rough and large for her small cunt, and she continued to weep out. She screamed her wizards name, calling to him, wanting him to know she had not forgotten about him.

Arch desperately tried to shift himself, leap up off of the table, and throttle the prince of lies where he stood as he drug off his beloved white haired mistress... But he could only manage a few desperate twitches as the enchanted manacles drained his power off slowly, and fed it directly into the Prince's dark demonic essences to be consumed and assimilated...

All he could do was lie there, weak, impotent, and powerless. Panic surged within him as the hopelessness of the situation became very real... He could hear MJ's muffled screams, and his fear suddenly turned to white hot anger... Yet he could do nothing... "Fates, Please, Anything to stop this... Take me if you must, torture me in ways that would make reality itself cringe, but please spare Mirajane this indignity..." He begged silently in his mind, desperately reaching out in pitiful desperation...

The last thing Arch ever saw was the rusty steel forks with cruelly jagged tines being slowly inserted into his soft white sclera, and then twisted around in an agonizingly slow manner...
The pain was waorse than anything he had ever experienced before in his whole existence... It was as if molten copped had been poured into his eyes, boring into his optic nerves with pure, white hot hell... As if that wasn't bad enough, he was now blinded forever, and would never see again...
He could hear MJ call out his name in agony, right before he felt something sharp and wickedly hooked jabbed into his ear canal, tearing through his eardrum, and then being twisted and dug around, ruining his ability to hear anything... It was as if hell itself was filling every nerve in his body with the ultimate suffering... His other ear suffered the same fate, as the Wizards senses were painfully torn from him... He could feel his blood gushing out from his stricken, ruined ears, but could hear nothing... All he could feel now was the hellish torments that the demons wrought upon his flesh...

He screamed and thrashed out in desperation... He could not see nor hear them, but he could feel his tormentor's glee, and cruel, wicked laughter... He could also sense Mirajane suffering greatly nearby at the hands of the Dark Lord Of Lies....

All Of Arch's world became nothing but pure, unbridled pain and suffering, He felt his flesh being slowly torn away over what seemed like hours... He felt his flesh being cut, his organs being torn out, his bones being broken, and his ligaments being ripped and twisted and torn... But the agony did not end there... He felt his ability to wield magic being stripped away with every stroke of the demons implements, each kiss of the jagged blades burning like molten lava across the most sensitive and intimate areas of his body. And then it was gone... The comforting feel of his magic's power was gone... The last bit stripped away forever... Would it end like this? He would be doomed to suffer on this table forever and scream away eternity in the hells, unknowing of what become of Mirajane?

He wanted to pass out and just cease to exist... Damn this world and all of its reality... Damn this situation... Damn the Goddess of fate and her cruelty... He wanted nothing more than to make her suffer for all of this injustice... How could it have come to this? What did he do to deserve it? Damn he claims at ruling over Justice!

Panic, Fear, Intense Hurt, Desperation... Arch felt all of this in massive ammounts as he lie there, tied to a table, being horribly tortured... In one last final act of unfettered rage, the wizard cast out a single solitary promise...

"...If I somehow manage to get out of this, The prince of Lies will Die by my hand, and the Goddess of Fate will be made to answer for what she has allowed to happen, so be it, as my name is..."

Time seemed to stop... The Pain subsided... His mind faltered... "...my name is..." He continued... Arch was not his true name, just something given to him to take its place in the interm, but it had always felt familiar, like a shadow of what his name truly was...

Shadows...

The man who used to be a powerful wizard could no longer feel the demons torturing him, could no longer feel the agony of their invasive and violating ministrations
He could feel something else, something lurking in the shadows of his mind, something that had always been there, watching him...

Shadows... It was as if his presence in the hells had awakened them, everything here had a tinge of familiarity... But, The hells? Had he been here before?

They engulfed him, and enveloped around him like a warm, fuzzy blanket, shielding out the hells... It seemed to fill the void that was left by his magic ability being ripped away...
He felt himself grow powerful, and strong.... He could not see or hear the demons torturing him, but he could feel their presence... "...my name is..."

Still, he could not remember... The dark, shadowy power filled him, and permeated everything that he was... The power spoke to him in hushed tones... It was as if something that had been gone forever was suddenly returned to him... Not his magic, but something else...

No... His magical power was never his to begin with, it was just something that had taken the place of this... His memories suddenly hit him like an anvil.... Flooding back into his awareness like a torrent of water following a damn that had just been sundered... The endless flow of memories and emotions hit and tore at his thoughts violently, swirling around his awareness like an angry tornado of a violent storm...

And then, The being who thought himself a mortal wizard knew his true name...


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The Prince of Lies laughed deeply, enjoying the feeling of Mirajane's impossibly tight vessel being violated by his huge demonic cock, stretching it painfully, forcing it open, almost ripping her completely apart...
Her wings and white scalp would serve as his latest grisly trophies of conquest, the mighty queen of demons brought low, as he took her throne from her... It was a good day for him indeed...

He felt the wizard's power surge within him as it was ripped away from the pitiful mortal, fed directly to his essence via the manacles binding both Arch and Mirajane... It was only a matter of time now, soon, he would have all of their power, and he could lead his conquest to take over all of the hells within a few short hours... Mirajane would serve as a worthy distraction until that time, and her delicious screams, whimpers, and lamentations would be music to his cruel ears...

The Prince of Lies filled the room with booming laughter as he felt the last of the Wizard's power painfully ripped away, surging within him, making him far more powerful than he had ever been in his whole existence... Arch had been extremely powerful, but now he was no more and no longer any threat... Mirajane would be next, likely disheartened at the stripping of her latest plaything and slave, being denied possession of him any longer... It was done... The Prince was so close, and could feel Victory within his grasp...

Behind him, there was a wet gurgling sound... But not from the Wizard, no... This was from Nylar? His Torturer's apprentice? The prince of lies arched an eyebrow as he gripped MJ's succulent hips, and continued thrusting into her tight cunt, turning around to cast a questioning glance back to the doorway of the cell.... Memnack, His corpulent, scarred, and maggot infested torture specialist could be seen suddenly trying to escape from the cell... Only to have a lightning fast red tentacle like appendage stab through his neck, spraying foul smelling greenish black ichor in all directions....

Memnack sputtered and fell to the floor... The appendage abruptly grew wicked looking hooks, and could be heard making a slight hiss, as they began to take in air... Memnack howled in agony, and clawed at the floor as his insides were sucked dry, disappearing into the hollow barbs of the red tentacle like appendage... It slowly drug the grotesque demon back into the cell, where his screams quickly died. They were replaced by the sound of bone and tendons being splintered wetly, torn apart, and consumed...

The prince of lies appeared unconcerned... The wizard was indeed formidable if he had somehow found a way to escape his bonds, but he was mortal, and of no consequence. No being could possibly hope to stand against him in his own realm...

It was inconvenient, But the prince could handle this himself. He withdrew his great Penis from the stricken Demon, and tossed her aside with a heave of his left arm. He didn't even watch as her bruised, naked body slammed into the cold stone wall, and then come to rest upon the jagged floor of broken rock. The Prince stayed focused on the doorway to the cell and waited, his face curling into a cruel sneer. His great muscles tensed under his inky black skin, and his hollow, dark eyes watched angrily...

His nostrils flared as he picked up a new scent.... A scent of... No... That was not possible...

A deep hiss, followed by a heavy sigh emanated from inside of the cell, as all of the light in the room seemed to be absorbed into that one direction for a few moments...
The Prince of lies canted his head to one side curiously...

A humanoid figure appeared out of this shadowy haze... A statuesque body with perfectly chiseled features. Powerful, toned muscles flexed beneath tight crimson skin, rippling gracefully as its cloven feet padded at the ground with a liquid grace... Billowing, Huge red leathery wings flapped once in the room, sending a rush of hot air and flaming cinders all around the room... A handsome face that looked much like the wizard's glared back at him through orange glowing eyes, framed by long, straight, glossy black hair...

The figure likewise canted its head sideways studying the onyx black Demon Prince... The resemblance between the two was uncanny... Almost a stark mirror image of the Prince of Lies despite the reddish skin...

"...This is not possible..." The Prince of lies growled angrily, his face contorting into a mask of pure hatred and rage... He could not believe it, would not believe it...

The black demon raised up a mighty arm as if to launch an attack at the red figure... "I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!!!" He roared...

The reddish, demon like figure did not reply... His mouth opened, and with an evil hiss, its tongue shot out with breakneck speed, and wrapped around the raised black arm of the Prince of Lies, pulling on it with such force they two were pulled toward one another...

The Prince of Lies growled out in anger as his taloned feet slid on the rough stone floor. In rage, he brought up one clawed hand as if he was about to cut himself free from the powerful tentacle, feeling its barbs extend into his flesh, and draining his power away...
He screamed out in rage, and brought his claws down at the wicked red appendage as if to cut himself free... But only a moment too late...

The red figure had anticipated this, and Jerked his head back sharply at the last possible second, yanking the Prince of Lie's arm foreward just a little... Causing the prince of lies to sever his own hand off mid forearm....

The maimed prince fell to his knees as pain shot through his arm and up his shoulder, staring down at the ruins of his arm being dragged away across the floor to the Hungry Red Demon's mouth. He watched in horror as it was devoured away, the wet sounds of bone crunching and splintering under sharp teeth and powerful jaws echoing in the chamber....

The Red figure licked his lips a few moments after, unconcerned that the Duke of the hells was on his knees before him... His attention was caught however by a feminine groan against the side wall, though the smoldering orange eyes never left the Prince of Lies...

The Red Demon made a dismissive gesture in front of his crimson face, and the glowing red runes covering the manacles at Mirajane's wrists and ankles shifted to a pale green, reversing their effect... The prince of lies howled in agony, feeling his hard won power being drained away at an alarming rate, flowing back into his most hated rival. With his remaining good hand, he tore the heavy black leather belt away from his chiseled waist, casting it to the floor where it dissolved into a wisp of foul black mist...

How was he able to do that? What was he doing here? How was it that he was so damned powerful?

The Prince of lies grunted angrily as the blood flowed from the severed stump of his arm, slowly regenerating the severed limb...
A very unfamiliar chill of fear ran down his back as the crimson figure began to advance upon him. In fury, the prince of lies turned away, and smashed into the far wall, shattering it to pieces, making the ground rumble... A billowing sky of angry, swirling red clouds was revealed, with violent strikes of lightning giving off blinding light, and deafening peals of thunder....

With a mighty heave of his huge black wings, the Prince of Lies Flew away into the crimson skies...

The Newly Awakened Prince of Shadows growled deeply, and a voice similar to Arch's, but far darker and more sinister emanated from his mouth... "No.... I think not little brother..." he murmured angrily, the words dripping pure acid...
The red demon momentarily kneeled on his ungulate legs, and then leapt into the air, a trail of angry hellish sparks swirling in his wake as he gave chase...

Those screams that Arch would bellow out was truly gut-wrenching. It chilled Mirajane right down to her brittle bones. And worse, she couldn’t even save herself, let alone him. Her legs were continually forced apart to grant him access into fucking her tight canal, and though her strength was growing weak, her pride stayed strong. Perhaps Arch could tolerate this a little longer, giving her time to figure out a way out for the both of them. She had to do something. Anything.
But time stood still.
Those cries, shrieks, and howls slowly faded to nothing. Absolute utter stillness on Arch’s behalf. Was he... dead? The thriving laughter of the Prince reverberated against the dusty hallway, and she knew at that moment he had gotten every bit of power Arch had to offer. He stripped everything away until there was nothing left, and forever he would be gone.

Nothing but only a memory.
And the demoness cried. She cursed at the man who caused this chaos to happen and she stirred herself back, whipping around at the bitter truth that was now unfolded. It wasn’t necessary to be in denial of the truth. To her that would make her a coward, but crying did not make her any less of a woman or a demon. Through the minor sum of time she had spent with Arch, he was a man that she was afraid to admit she had been sprouting greater feelings of like towards. He had opened up a new door in her life, and for once, she didn’t feel as alone.

Her heart screamed, breaking right in front of the man that wanted to see this happen to her. Let him get what else he wants. He can win. The will to fight for her life was disappearing faster than a tornado shearing away a town in moments. Mirajane’s emotions seeped out of her through the cracks in her skin, giving a cold and dehumanized expression, laying there glowering at a wall as her body swayed to the gestures of the Prince of Lie’s rancorous hips.

Tuning out the world, she would grow unaware of the soft gurgling, howls, and scurrying to get away from something. It wouldn’t be Arch, he was dead. Who else would it be besides the two undead beings left in the room? Cocking a head once the thrusting had ceased, there she would find a sharp blow to her chest that caused her already tattered body to whack up against the nearby barrier. She would fall like a shattered dish thrown out of anger, a crumbled mess on the serrated floor.

The Prince wasn’t the only one who noticed the new scent in his perked up nostrils. Mirajane could smell it too, but it was different. One that she never recognized but heard tales about. It peaked the Prince’s interest, and instantaneously wanted to see what was causing the obliteration in the other room.

Was this the Prince’s brother? He seemed to know who this was, just by a single glance, but as you peered into the red skinned demons face… it was Arch! Mirajane instantly sat up as fast as her frayed body would permit, and just like that her hope came crashing back to life. “Arch…” She muttered through the tears, her eyes reddened and torn as pre-seed made its way down her inner thighs.

Gruesome. That was on the only term she could find to describe what was happening right before her. It was sad that she couldn’t do anything, feeling weaker by the growing second. Blood splattered against her face as the severed hand flew into the awaiting mouth of Arch’s. Disgusting, but whatever got the job done, huh? Agony rippled throughout her nude frame, and she clenched down her abdomen, the manacles jingling as she held them against herself. What caught her attention was the shift in color from her shackles, now a bright green rather than a hellish red. Had he freed her?

Looking upwards to the man she did not recognize yet knew who he was, she nodded in thanks. It was like whiplash struck her body, everything she ever lost being absorbed into her veins, giving her what she had lost through that time span. It was amazing how she felt better in a matter of seconds. The pain in her stomach dissipated and she could stand up firmly on her feet. Wobbling for only but a minute, a black mist obscured her vision, and she ducked just in case the Prince decided to charge at her.

Once the smog had cleared, Mirajane would see the hellish skies, swirling like a hurricane that would soon destroy everything in its wake. But wait… What did he call him?

B-Brother?

Arch was this beast’s brother? How could that be?! He didn’t tell her about this side of him, and she didn’t get a chance to see it when she peered into his mind. How did she have this big piece of information slip through her talon-like fingers?

The blood test. That would have told her it all, and she pushed it to the side.

“Damn it!” She cursed under her breath, feeling the wings flutter a burst of hot air in her direction from Arch as he dove off to fight the man he demanded revenge for.

Staggering a bit more on her clumsy feet, she extended her wings, flapping to have her levitate for a moment but only to stop and have her tumble on the floor. Shit. Maybe she shouldn’t try to use her abilities yet. She was still healing, and she needed time that she did not have to wait it out.

While on her free time, she took her teeth and tried to shred away the manacles that bounded her small wrists together, but her attempt was easily failed. Curling her palms against each other, she intertwined each hand together, and proceeded to smash them downwards on the jagged rocky floor. Even that wasn’t enough to break them free. Instead, it shook her body like a jackhammer, and her head spun around.

It was possible that the owner of the manacles had to remove them herself. Oh, but of course. The Prince was cleverer than this and thought ahead for her bounded hands.

Standing by the now exposed barrier, she looked up above, her knotted tresses blowing in the hot gust of wind that engulfed her nude body. She looked up, hoping that just her being there for support would push Arch in ways to defeat the wrongdoer that put them both through so much distress and misery. It was sad to admit that she was useless right now, but maybe it was for the best.
More than likely, the two had to resolve unfinished business, and it would have been rude for her to intrude on such the fight of the century.

“Good luck, my love.” Murmuring out, she sent well wishes his way, the swirling skies reflecting back on her widened eyes. He had to win. No, he will win.

Archamael... A name long since forgotten...

Back when time itself was still new, the elder gods had created several wardens to watch over all of reality, to help rule and govern the many worlds that populate all of creation...

Seven such beings were brought into existence. All of them were creatures of great beauty, wisdom, and strength... All of them stood before the gods, and each was asked a simple question...
The Goddess of Fate stood before her two own creations, two stunning males with clean cut features, long straight hair, and piercing green eyes. One of them had glossy raven black hair, and the other pale ashen platinum blonde... The men smiled and kneeled before their goddess, eagerly awaiting her question...

After what seemed like an eternity, the beautiful goddess spoke to the one with black hair...

"Youngest, Tell me... Which of the two powers is most powerful?, The power to create? Or the power to destroy?"

The young man of raven black hair bit his lower lip, and considered the goddess's words, but not for very long...
"The Power to destroy Mistress, is surely the more powerful of the two, since all things end and must be reborn. Destruction is a natural process, and no creation can escape its eventual grasp..."

The Goddess's face remained stoic, as she heard his reply... She turned her beautiful face to his slightly older twin with the Ashen locks, and murmured the same question to his ears....

"And Eldest, Tell me... Which of the two powers is most powerful?, The power to create? Or the power to destroy?"

The young man likewise considered the question, but albeit more carefully... Time had no meaning to him, and he thought on her words for almost a whole year, considering every possible occurrence...

"I will say the power of creation is most powerful, dearest mother, for creating something from nothing requires creativity and harder work... And besides, it also rules over destruction, since destruction has to be created in itself... Creations if properly cared for can last forever, but destruction can not exist if there is nothing to be destroyed...

And with that, the Goddess smiled... The Younger Brother noticed this, and his eternal envy of his elder sibling began...

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The Prince of Lies flapped his mighty wings through the dry air furiously.... The broken stone and lava landscape of the ninth layer of hells flew past him as he made a beeline for the southern gate...
He was beyond furious at this point... Fear was not an emotion he had felt for several hundred thousand years... He had a plan though... If he could just get through the gate in time...

A sizzling bolt of white hot lightning clipped dangerously close to his left wingtip, followed by a deafening peal of thunder... The Prince of Lies risked a hasty glance behind him, to see a faint crimson glow following him, surrounded by hellish embers...

How in the hells could Archamael be alive?!?!? He witnessed his destruction in 124,321 ED... Almost five hundred thousand years ago... A mere fortnight in demonic time, But yet here he was, angered beyond belief and gaining on him fast...

He spun back around, and dodged yet another dangerous bolt of crackling lightning...

The prince of lies swore foully, to be running away in his own home realm...

He could faintly see on the horizon a glowing, swirling nimbus of energy... The southern gate to the 10th layer... If he could only escape he could gather his army... He had nothing here on the prison and torture level... Damn the luck...

Struggling silently, Mirajane continued to remove the shackles that kept her wrists and legs bounded together. She wanted to get into the action, participate and help Arch defeat his brother, but it would be quite problematic with limited mobility. Indeed, she was powerful, but there was a devious secret to her that only few had known….

There was other forms that she could take on, three in total. Satan Soul, the one that is her main appearance. It does not drain any magical abilities unlike the two other forms, and is most comfortable despite being hectic when needed. The two other forms would be used when it was obligatory, and now called upon that. It wasn’t necessary to use Sitiri, her most powerful form, but her second best would be Devil Halphas.

Standing still, her body lit aglow, swirling a prism of colors over her body. She would become transparent, flowing with a powerful surge of energy that would have been incapable moments ago. A heavenly radiance grew dominance over the darkened hellish world, but only briefly before it simmered down, revealing her new appearance. Her ears were covered by sky long blue scales, extending backwards, and gain pointed edges, bearing resemblance to those of fictional elf’s. She had gained similar scale-like armor in her forearms and hands as well as in her long and suggestive legs. Each forearm also receives a fin-like protrusion on its outer side. Growing behind her was a large, sky blue, stocky tail seemingly made of metal plates or scales, getting smaller and smaller near its end. This Satan Soul form also dons two angel-like wings that are always pointing upwards. The clothes also change, with any attire that Mirajane might be donning being replaced by a light blue and dark blue, one-piece suit revealing their arms and legs, which is open on the front and the back, exposing most of the belly, wide cleavage and upper back too.

While in this form, the speed increases dramatically, to the point where it can even surpass the speed of Satan Soul. The durability is greatly increased, to the extent that it allows her to take a great number of hits by the enemy and still be able to fight. The strength is increased to the point where the demoness can easily break through large amounts of solid rock with ease, and through the use of a pair of wings that are reminiscent of an angel's, she is capable of flight.

Extending out her divine wings, she propelled herself from the platform she was standing on. Surpassing Archamael with her intense speed, she would skid up behind the Prince, tackling his back and plummeting the two of them on the nearby ground. She would growl under her breath, staring him down with her sequined blue eyes. It was quite different seeing her look so heavenly in such a hellish place.

She would straddle his abdomen as her long white hair flew rapidly against her back, the hot wind dancing in her direction. “You caused me suffering, you caused my slave suffering, and you will pay with your life.” Her voice boomed throughout the dimension, her piercing eyes scolding him for his actions like a child.

The Prince of Lies wiggled underneath her tightened grip, rapidly and fearfully. Did her astonishing transformation show him that this was not a game? That he would have fines to pay? Taking both of her hands, she directed them to his wrists and dug her talon-like nail deep into them. He would wince in pain, but not announce his discomfort.

“You’re not going to say anything? How come? Cat got your tongue?” Her lips perked up in a devilishly smirk, enjoying the way he wiggled from underneath her, wanting to be freed. Was his pride so high that he was afraid to do something cowardly in spite of his reputation? Her fearsome grip tightened, almost bone crushing, and still he kept his lips sealed. Jumping up from his abdomen, she took his wrists and slung his body into the left direction, only to have him stand on both of his feet. It was like he did that every day.

Casually he brushed the dirt from himself, growling in the depths of his throat. “I am not one for child’s games.” The wounds on his hands caused by her began to heal at a rapid pace, and it took her by surprise almost, but it wasn’t shown in her expressions.

“You call this child’s play? There’s lives at stake! How can you be so ruthless?” Mirajane grew angrier, and this would be the emotion that was detectable. She was wasting breath talking to someone who truly could care less, so she bit her tongue and straightened her posture briefly before charging at an immense speed in his direction. Gripping him by the neck with her left hand, her other hand hit him in the abdomen before letting go, sending him reeling down the ground until he collided with a rock wall.

Standing, she gazed at the man, not seeming so powerful once fear had set in his veins.