Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Sept 28, 2016 9:13:58 GMT
"Oooo What's this?" A ditzy voice bounced off the stone walls of the demon lord Midas' treasure hold while something wriggled and jiggled through the shadows. "SHINIES! Yup-yup-yup! So many yummy in my tummy shiny shinies!" The airy tone of the young woman practically squealed as the bubbling mass began to greedily take in bits of jewels, gems, and gold scattered throughout the cave. "Oooo so so good yup-yup!" The voice sighed, the sound of smacking lips following it before a dark glint caught the goo's attention. "Oooo that one is pretty-pretty! So rich and purply!" The voice purred as the puddle formed a pair of hands that slowly reached out to grasp a strange golden artifact that burned with a black and purple aura. "I'm sure...Just a bite won't hurt! Nope-Nope! Just a bitty witty bite-bite!" The voice cooed before drawing the strange runic medallion into her maw.
"!!!"
"...I don't...I don't feel so good...Nope-nope...No-"
A weak voice cried out with a stammer as the heavy wooden doors of the Rakshasa Clan's Castle were forced open in a frantic rush. The uninvited demon stepped into the main hall only to rest a hand against the wall as he doubled over to take in sharp, desperate, inhales. The panting demon lord had pale skin, a lanky build, and long locks of silvery hair that was sticking every which way in a frayed and frazzled mess. His immodest garments of silk with their golden thread and jewel trimmings were completely ruined by thick globs of ink-like sludge. His soft, feminine facial features were contorted by his long drooping scowl and the bitter tears burning in his smoky grey eyes.
"P-please! Mighty Rakshasa! Please will someone hear my plea?!" He called out, falling to his knees and hung his head in the presence of the warrior clan's massive keep. His groveling and begging continued until the heavy footsteps of armored feat stomped toward him. The sniffling lord pulled his gaze upward only to be greeted by the sight of a towering dragoness with a scarred face and a giant blade casually slung across her shoulders. Her disinterested gaze of molten gold looked upon the pathetic sight before her which she only greeted with the audible click of her tongue.
"What is it, Lord Midas?" She practically spat his name as she let her voice escape in a bellowing growl. "Such a stance is beneath someone of your stature. It's pitiful frankly." The weakness he exuded made it look like she was going to be physically ill. "Speak plainly, why have you so rudely interrupted my training session?” She demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"L-lady Sorcha! Please I need your help! It's eating everything! My treasure hold, my servants, even my castle! It is a demonic beast unlike any I've ever seen! A true embodiment of gluttony! You have to help me slay this creature! You must!" He begged crawling over to take her cape into his hands. "I'll be ruined! My treasures are irreplaceable."
"You're disgusting, even for a greed demon." Maeve suddenly interjected as she stepped into the hall and made her presence known. Even though she was in her former body: she still had her strength and memories with her. The Pendulum Room's magic merely placed her in a scenario that was a sort of twisted reflection of her past. As such, she felt confident her words wouldn't hold much consequence. "The lives of your servants should be what you find irreplaceable yet you fret over trinkets." She snapped, her aura sparking around her as she drew her blade.
"Maeve!" Her blood ran cold, as she turned to face the furious gaze of her mother. Even in a 'memory' her mother's furious gaze was enough to physically put her tail between her legs. She looked back just in time to see her mother readying to strike her.
"I-insolent brat!" Midas snarled as he stood up, his eyes drying and his own overbearing aura flaring around him. "You'd be best to know your place!" He yanked his arm back charging a foul amethyst colored bolt of dark ki. Sorcha lowered her hand to cross her arms, her sharp golden gaze shut as she made no move to assist her rambunctious daughter. "Covetous Crasher!" He bellowed as he threw the blast toward Maeve. In moments the dark light radiating from the spinning bolt threatened to consume the dragoness.
"Tch."
With a click of her tongue, the empowered demoness would easily bat aside the blast that would have floored her in her actual timeline. Sorcha raised a brow with interest at the unexpected display but her stoic expression remained mostly unmoved. She did however, turn to the greed demon and step between him and Maeve. "My daughter has proven herself more than capable for this task. If you wish for our aid you will honor her desires." She said much to Midas' continuing outrage. She glanced back to Maeve. "I have given you your chance to be the savior. Do not make me regret it."
Maeve gave the visage of her mother a bow before turning to Midas and placing her hands on her hips. She leaned forward to look down at the outraged demon and meet his gaze. "Tell me where it is."
A series of cries bellowed out, catching Maeve's attention, as the demoness approached the Greed Lord's treasure cove. Her eyes widened as she watched servants wearing ill fitting armor get rocketed into the air from a mighty blow. She turned to see the source only to take a step back at the unexpected sight.
Towering overhead was the dark, translucent goop forming the shape of a woman's upper body rising out of a lake of the stuff. Her eyes were made of glowing red flames and thick crystalline growths clustered over her 'vital areas' forming some sort of bio armor that looked more stylish than practical. The once chubby and always smiling slime demon had turned into a sleek and menacing monstrosity. Maeve had to take another step back upon seeing the wriggling forms of various unlucky imps and succubi that Flan-Flan managed to capture and draw into her form.
"My my another little snacky-snack? Or a fun toy? Yup yup yup! Flan-Flan can't wait to play with yooou!" She cooed slamming both hands down into the dirt so she could stretch her body toward Maeve without moving. A predatory grin crossed her gooey features as her eyes sparked with a dark delight. "Don't disappoint! Nope-Nope! Better...NOT!" She bellowed, lifting one of her fists before flailing it down to crush and pulverize the dragon warrior.
Maeve rolled forward, the splash of hundreds of gallons of sludge ringing in her ears as she narrowly avoided the attack. She looked up seeing the arm of the woman before biting her lip. "Sorry Flan-Flan." She uttered under her breath before jumping up and drawing Fateburn. With a roar she'd cut the blackened goo at the elbow. The katchin blade cut through the goo's flesh as if it were warm butter severing the arm. Before Maeve could follow up however: a fist, traveling up the arm from the ground, would burst from the incision and crash against Maeve's armored form. The demon felt the air escape her lungs as she was suddenly rocketed off the ground.
"I'm a slime dumb-dumb! Sliceies wont work on meeee!" The giga-slime giggled as she reattached her arm in a matter of seconds. She giggled once more as she suddenly clapped both hands around Maeve's entire form crushing her from both sides. Maeve screamed out at the pressure and pain but remained helpless as she was caught in the girl's grasp. The slime smirked before clasping a fist around her wriggling prey and slamming it to the floor.
Maeve lay, splayed out against the ground as she looked up against the foggy black palm that smashed her against the ground. How was Flan-Flan so strong in this timeline? In the normal history, she was a sweet but cowardly slime. She had to have something empowering her...Or a weakness...Something! Her eyes fluttered as she tried to think, only to discover a faint purple glow moments later.
"Aww you stopped wriggling? Oh boo! Guess I'm gonna have to eatcha!" The ditzy slime declared as she pressed her palm against the ground fully, letting her viscosity give way to completely draw Maeve's form in. She licked her non existent lips as she watched a small bulge travel up her arm only to sink into her torso. "Mmm~ I can already tell you've got a lot of power to digest!" She grinned, letting out a little burp as she dramatically patted her stomach.
"Hee-hee! Flan-Flan did it! None can bully Flan-Flan now! I'm the best! Yup Yup! The very best there ever was!" The slime called out in triumph as she flexed her lean arms and posed in her victory. "Flan-Flan is...Is..." She stopped, hugging herself as she suddenly lurched forward as if she were going to hurl. "F-Flan-Flan is not feeling goooood." She groaned lowly before looking down to see a dark light travelling up her chest. Her eyes widened as a roar exploded throughout the air through her black ooze only to grow in intensity as the demonic knight's body ripped free, blade first, from her sternum.
Maeve's eyes glowed with rage as she clasped the golden artifact in her clawed hands and crushed it into a glittering dust. "T-that was mine." The slime weakly uttered as her power instantly faded. Within seconds, the monstrous blackened sludge would sink down and shrink back into her original form. Each Servant that was drawn in would be expelled as everything returned to normal.
Maeve landed on the ground with a heavy thud as she turned and looked back to see the servants slowly regaining consciousness as Flan-Flan threw up the excessive amounts of cursed gold before collapsing. With a heavy, yet relieved, sigh Maeve turned and walked away. The vision of the alternate history fizzling to nothing.
"!!!"
"...I don't...I don't feel so good...Nope-nope...No-"
"H-hoooy!"
A weak voice cried out with a stammer as the heavy wooden doors of the Rakshasa Clan's Castle were forced open in a frantic rush. The uninvited demon stepped into the main hall only to rest a hand against the wall as he doubled over to take in sharp, desperate, inhales. The panting demon lord had pale skin, a lanky build, and long locks of silvery hair that was sticking every which way in a frayed and frazzled mess. His immodest garments of silk with their golden thread and jewel trimmings were completely ruined by thick globs of ink-like sludge. His soft, feminine facial features were contorted by his long drooping scowl and the bitter tears burning in his smoky grey eyes.
"P-please! Mighty Rakshasa! Please will someone hear my plea?!" He called out, falling to his knees and hung his head in the presence of the warrior clan's massive keep. His groveling and begging continued until the heavy footsteps of armored feat stomped toward him. The sniffling lord pulled his gaze upward only to be greeted by the sight of a towering dragoness with a scarred face and a giant blade casually slung across her shoulders. Her disinterested gaze of molten gold looked upon the pathetic sight before her which she only greeted with the audible click of her tongue.
"What is it, Lord Midas?" She practically spat his name as she let her voice escape in a bellowing growl. "Such a stance is beneath someone of your stature. It's pitiful frankly." The weakness he exuded made it look like she was going to be physically ill. "Speak plainly, why have you so rudely interrupted my training session?” She demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"L-lady Sorcha! Please I need your help! It's eating everything! My treasure hold, my servants, even my castle! It is a demonic beast unlike any I've ever seen! A true embodiment of gluttony! You have to help me slay this creature! You must!" He begged crawling over to take her cape into his hands. "I'll be ruined! My treasures are irreplaceable."
"You're disgusting, even for a greed demon." Maeve suddenly interjected as she stepped into the hall and made her presence known. Even though she was in her former body: she still had her strength and memories with her. The Pendulum Room's magic merely placed her in a scenario that was a sort of twisted reflection of her past. As such, she felt confident her words wouldn't hold much consequence. "The lives of your servants should be what you find irreplaceable yet you fret over trinkets." She snapped, her aura sparking around her as she drew her blade.
"Maeve!" Her blood ran cold, as she turned to face the furious gaze of her mother. Even in a 'memory' her mother's furious gaze was enough to physically put her tail between her legs. She looked back just in time to see her mother readying to strike her.
"I-insolent brat!" Midas snarled as he stood up, his eyes drying and his own overbearing aura flaring around him. "You'd be best to know your place!" He yanked his arm back charging a foul amethyst colored bolt of dark ki. Sorcha lowered her hand to cross her arms, her sharp golden gaze shut as she made no move to assist her rambunctious daughter. "Covetous Crasher!" He bellowed as he threw the blast toward Maeve. In moments the dark light radiating from the spinning bolt threatened to consume the dragoness.
"Tch."
With a click of her tongue, the empowered demoness would easily bat aside the blast that would have floored her in her actual timeline. Sorcha raised a brow with interest at the unexpected display but her stoic expression remained mostly unmoved. She did however, turn to the greed demon and step between him and Maeve. "My daughter has proven herself more than capable for this task. If you wish for our aid you will honor her desires." She said much to Midas' continuing outrage. She glanced back to Maeve. "I have given you your chance to be the savior. Do not make me regret it."
Maeve gave the visage of her mother a bow before turning to Midas and placing her hands on her hips. She leaned forward to look down at the outraged demon and meet his gaze. "Tell me where it is."
A series of cries bellowed out, catching Maeve's attention, as the demoness approached the Greed Lord's treasure cove. Her eyes widened as she watched servants wearing ill fitting armor get rocketed into the air from a mighty blow. She turned to see the source only to take a step back at the unexpected sight.
Towering overhead was the dark, translucent goop forming the shape of a woman's upper body rising out of a lake of the stuff. Her eyes were made of glowing red flames and thick crystalline growths clustered over her 'vital areas' forming some sort of bio armor that looked more stylish than practical. The once chubby and always smiling slime demon had turned into a sleek and menacing monstrosity. Maeve had to take another step back upon seeing the wriggling forms of various unlucky imps and succubi that Flan-Flan managed to capture and draw into her form.
"My my another little snacky-snack? Or a fun toy? Yup yup yup! Flan-Flan can't wait to play with yooou!" She cooed slamming both hands down into the dirt so she could stretch her body toward Maeve without moving. A predatory grin crossed her gooey features as her eyes sparked with a dark delight. "Don't disappoint! Nope-Nope! Better...NOT!" She bellowed, lifting one of her fists before flailing it down to crush and pulverize the dragon warrior.
Maeve rolled forward, the splash of hundreds of gallons of sludge ringing in her ears as she narrowly avoided the attack. She looked up seeing the arm of the woman before biting her lip. "Sorry Flan-Flan." She uttered under her breath before jumping up and drawing Fateburn. With a roar she'd cut the blackened goo at the elbow. The katchin blade cut through the goo's flesh as if it were warm butter severing the arm. Before Maeve could follow up however: a fist, traveling up the arm from the ground, would burst from the incision and crash against Maeve's armored form. The demon felt the air escape her lungs as she was suddenly rocketed off the ground.
"I'm a slime dumb-dumb! Sliceies wont work on meeee!" The giga-slime giggled as she reattached her arm in a matter of seconds. She giggled once more as she suddenly clapped both hands around Maeve's entire form crushing her from both sides. Maeve screamed out at the pressure and pain but remained helpless as she was caught in the girl's grasp. The slime smirked before clasping a fist around her wriggling prey and slamming it to the floor.
Maeve lay, splayed out against the ground as she looked up against the foggy black palm that smashed her against the ground. How was Flan-Flan so strong in this timeline? In the normal history, she was a sweet but cowardly slime. She had to have something empowering her...Or a weakness...Something! Her eyes fluttered as she tried to think, only to discover a faint purple glow moments later.
"Aww you stopped wriggling? Oh boo! Guess I'm gonna have to eatcha!" The ditzy slime declared as she pressed her palm against the ground fully, letting her viscosity give way to completely draw Maeve's form in. She licked her non existent lips as she watched a small bulge travel up her arm only to sink into her torso. "Mmm~ I can already tell you've got a lot of power to digest!" She grinned, letting out a little burp as she dramatically patted her stomach.
"Hee-hee! Flan-Flan did it! None can bully Flan-Flan now! I'm the best! Yup Yup! The very best there ever was!" The slime called out in triumph as she flexed her lean arms and posed in her victory. "Flan-Flan is...Is..." She stopped, hugging herself as she suddenly lurched forward as if she were going to hurl. "F-Flan-Flan is not feeling goooood." She groaned lowly before looking down to see a dark light travelling up her chest. Her eyes widened as a roar exploded throughout the air through her black ooze only to grow in intensity as the demonic knight's body ripped free, blade first, from her sternum.
Maeve's eyes glowed with rage as she clasped the golden artifact in her clawed hands and crushed it into a glittering dust. "T-that was mine." The slime weakly uttered as her power instantly faded. Within seconds, the monstrous blackened sludge would sink down and shrink back into her original form. Each Servant that was drawn in would be expelled as everything returned to normal.
Maeve landed on the ground with a heavy thud as she turned and looked back to see the servants slowly regaining consciousness as Flan-Flan threw up the excessive amounts of cursed gold before collapsing. With a heavy, yet relieved, sigh Maeve turned and walked away. The vision of the alternate history fizzling to nothing.
