Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 3, 2016 20:54:49 GMT
High above a cliff with the fossilized remains of some kind of behemoth serpent coiled around it, a building could be made out built inside the very skull of the skeletal remains and down it's spine. It's eye sockets were lit with bright, vermilion flames that ominously flickered; though folks who have been to this abode know that it is truly not as frightening of a place it seemed on the outside. It was the home of a demon part-time enchantress, offering aid to mortals at a fair monetary price. Of course, beyond being where her dealings took place; it was also the home of her two daughters.
One of these daughters was busy descending down the stairs built in the spine wrapped around the cliff, leading down to the personal chambers of the family. She was a fairly petite individual who on first glance would look to be nothing more but your typical average human girl. With a large nest of blonde curly hair and wearing a very ornate robe with a golden bell wrapped around her neck, she honestly could be considered "adorable" to many. However, one is soon reminded that this girl is infact of demonic origin with the pair of black/violet ram horns. Additionally, the girl's left hand was notably replaced with a menacing clawed gauntlet that emanated the same glow as her horns.
Eventually, Murmur I came to a stop; she nearing a door. Politely knocking, she received no response. Sighing slightly, the demon-zoan opened and let herself in to the room. Said room was an utter mess, filled with bookshelves that were half-full; books and other loose objects scattered on the floor and plush pink bed that were in the room. With posters of typically standard senshi girls from anime, one would almost think that this was just some teenager's room. Admittingly, not a horrible statement in of itself. "Oh... I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your yaoi-writing session Starry?" Murmur I would ask the owner of said room, knowing full well what her sibling was likely pre-occupied with doing.
The individual that Murmur I had barged in was slumped over a desk, a feather quill pen in her hand with a jar of black ink nearby, several sheets of papers with caricatures of mostly nude men scattered on the desk. Like Murmur I, she looked human; though had many traits that were decidedly inhuman. A set of black/red horns, feathery wings and a very long and large fluffy tail that was coiled. The white-haired demon/zoan hybrid turned her head slowly towards her almost sheep-like sister, an annoyed glare on her face directed to Murmur I. "I... Guess yes." The younger sister would reply, noting her sister's irritation.
Fuming silently in rage, Astaroth IV suddenly took a deep breath; her anger seemingly melting away. She threw on an innocent smile as she stood up to face her sister. Of course, her emotions within were still a mixture of rage and embarrassment on being disturbed. "Oh Murmur! My dearest sister you. Do you know what I hate?" She would say in a sickeningly sweet voice, a tell-tale sign that she was anything but happy.
Murmur I shifted her eyesight towards the side, avoiding eye contact with her older, more agitable sister. "Umm... Having your privacy disturbed?"
"EXACTLY! You don't just barge into a girl's room as she prepares her lemony concoctions! It's absolutely undignified! I'll have you know if you were not related to me, I'd have your head!" Astaroth IV quickly burst out in a highly grandiose manner, flailing her arms wildly as she ranted. The elder of the sisters was always the more loud and excitable of the two, she having a tendency to overreact. Of course to Astaroth IV, it was all perfectly justifiable. 200 years of having lived together, and her little sister STILL has not fully understood this fact! That or just ignores it, an equally irritating thought. She took another deep breath, calming down for real this time. "... I'm fine. Just, what do you need Murmur?" She would speak in a exhausted tone, already tired from her outburst.
"Well..." Murmur I would quietly say as she dug into her robing, pulling out a small yellow rabbit doll. It looked old, but was mostly in good shape. Mostly in the sense that beyond a torn arm that the demon-zoan held, it was in mostly good condition. "Pon had his arm hurt, so I need you to fix him for me. Can you do that please?"
Astaroth IV rolled her eyes and groaned as she rose a finger pointing at the broken toy, levitating it out of her sister's hands. "Ugh, really? How did you get that thing's arm ripped off again anyway?" She would complain as she glanced at the probably at least a century year old toy. It was not a request she wasn't used to. She often was the one who repaired Murmur I's plush dolls, but it was still a rather humiliating thing to employ her talents. With a small bolt of magic from her index finger, the fibers from the ripped arm suddenly began to re-attach themselves to the hole they had been separated from. A few seconds later, the arm was good as new attached to it's owner. She handed the rabbit back to it's owner, Murmur I's normally emotionless face suddenly brimming with a smile as she grabbed the doll; hugging it close and tight. "There. All better. How humiliating to be relegated to this. Fixing a child's toy. These fingers were made for great evil you know!" Astaroth would proceed to rant some more, gazing and admiring her hands some.
Murmur I while was delighted to have her doll back, she could not help but roll her eyes at her sister's claim. Astaroth IV was always a bit... eccentric, but she also seemed to be under the belief that it's her destiny to take over Earth and be some kind of "evil empress". To any normal individual, this was a completely maddening idea; but Murmur I has had to realize that her sister was anything but normal. She honestly doubted that Astaroth IV even had an idea of what true evil even was. "Are you still going on about that Starry?"
The bookworm stared at her sister as if she had moths fly out of her ears. She squinted grumpily at her sibling, shaking her head in disagreement. "I will damned well go on about it all I want! Just cause mother decided NOT to take over the place doesn't mean it's a bad idea! Until this very planet is under my control as it's divine evil empress, I will not stop!" She would say triumphantly, slamming her fist on the desk with mighty force. While in her mind a charismatic display, this unfortunately caused the contents on the table to be knocked up in the air some; her vial of ink spilling onto the floor. Realizing what just happened, all look of pride and self-absorbed ego vanished as Astaroth IV immediately began panicking. "Oh god oh god oh, NO!" She would grovel, dropping to her knees as her breathing got heavy.
Murmur I stood there, a bit unsure of how to react. The way her sister was acting, you would have imagined that a loved one just passed away in a horrible, unexpected manner. Of course knowing her sister, Astaroth IV would have probably considered someone passing away to be a mild inconvenience. "Uh... What happened?" She would ask skeptically, prepared for the waterworks her sister was going to pour out.
"M-my premium jet-black ink! Its spilt everywhere! No no no! This is the worst possible scenario! Damn the heavens and all who dwell there! A fate worse than death, which is actually not quite that bad in the grand scheme of things!" Astaroth IV sobbed, completely unable to get herself back together. In her mind, this truly was a great disaster; one that she cursed herself for creating. A self-made tragedy, oh she pitied herself so. The demon hybrid summoned a small handkerchief, wiping away her tears. Not that they were real tears, but damn did it make a good show.
A deadpan silence was about all Murmur I could muster at her sister's outrage. She sighed slightly, debating silently if she really WAS the younger sister in this relationship. How was a "divine evil empress" going to take over the world if she went into hysterics over spilled ink. "... It's just ink. Just clean it up."
"It's not the mess it made that's the problem Murmur! It's the ink itself! Now I can't continue drawing!" Astaroth IV swiftly got up, speaking loud and clear in an urgent manner. She was still needing to draw the pecs! Without ink, her slab-filled dream on paper would die swiftly without the right ink!
The sheep-like demon sighed, almost unable to really comprehend her sibling's logic. "All this sobbing is just because you can't draw your smut?" She would quietly say to herself before glancing back to her sister. Was the answer to this really that lost to her? "Just magic some more up Starry. Knowing you, that shouldn't be really hard."
Astaroth IV stamped her foot on the ground, almost disgusted by such a casual-minded thought. Yes, magicking up some ink was an option; but a highly petty one! For Astaroth IV's standards, the bar was set too high to resort to such a method. "It's not the same Murmur! If I just materialized some new ink, it would be a disgrace to the writing process. I can only tolerate authentic high-quality blank ink for such a precious task!" She swiftly turned her back on her sister, placing a hand by her chin as her tail flicked aggressively in deep-thought. "There can only be one solution to this. One so risky and dangerous that this will be truly my greatest challenge today."
"... Go and buy more ink?" Murmur I monotonously spoke, pretty much already having seen this answer coming.
"Exactly!" The fluffy white-furred hybrid yelled, she telekinetic-ally pulling a book off a shelf and tucking it underneath her arm. She swiftly skipped towards the lone window in her room, opening; allowing a fresh breeze to enter. Sticking her left leg daintily out the window, readying to jump out; Astaroth IV glanced towards her sister, a determined smile on her face. "Tell mother that I am leaving for now! To Satan City I go!" She would say before diving out of the window, soaring back up in an arc before taking to the skies.
As she watched as the image of her sister flying off in the distance grow smaller and smaller, Murmur I could not help but sigh slightly at her sister's chaotic, reckless nature. "... Could you not just buy it at any other city instead of the one on the other side of the Earth?" She would bemuse, taking the time to shut the window that her sister left open in her haste; walking out of her sibling's room to retrieve some cleaning supplies to try clean up the mess her sister made.
One of these daughters was busy descending down the stairs built in the spine wrapped around the cliff, leading down to the personal chambers of the family. She was a fairly petite individual who on first glance would look to be nothing more but your typical average human girl. With a large nest of blonde curly hair and wearing a very ornate robe with a golden bell wrapped around her neck, she honestly could be considered "adorable" to many. However, one is soon reminded that this girl is infact of demonic origin with the pair of black/violet ram horns. Additionally, the girl's left hand was notably replaced with a menacing clawed gauntlet that emanated the same glow as her horns.
Eventually, Murmur I came to a stop; she nearing a door. Politely knocking, she received no response. Sighing slightly, the demon-zoan opened and let herself in to the room. Said room was an utter mess, filled with bookshelves that were half-full; books and other loose objects scattered on the floor and plush pink bed that were in the room. With posters of typically standard senshi girls from anime, one would almost think that this was just some teenager's room. Admittingly, not a horrible statement in of itself. "Oh... I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your yaoi-writing session Starry?" Murmur I would ask the owner of said room, knowing full well what her sibling was likely pre-occupied with doing.
The individual that Murmur I had barged in was slumped over a desk, a feather quill pen in her hand with a jar of black ink nearby, several sheets of papers with caricatures of mostly nude men scattered on the desk. Like Murmur I, she looked human; though had many traits that were decidedly inhuman. A set of black/red horns, feathery wings and a very long and large fluffy tail that was coiled. The white-haired demon/zoan hybrid turned her head slowly towards her almost sheep-like sister, an annoyed glare on her face directed to Murmur I. "I... Guess yes." The younger sister would reply, noting her sister's irritation.
Fuming silently in rage, Astaroth IV suddenly took a deep breath; her anger seemingly melting away. She threw on an innocent smile as she stood up to face her sister. Of course, her emotions within were still a mixture of rage and embarrassment on being disturbed. "Oh Murmur! My dearest sister you. Do you know what I hate?" She would say in a sickeningly sweet voice, a tell-tale sign that she was anything but happy.
Murmur I shifted her eyesight towards the side, avoiding eye contact with her older, more agitable sister. "Umm... Having your privacy disturbed?"
"EXACTLY! You don't just barge into a girl's room as she prepares her lemony concoctions! It's absolutely undignified! I'll have you know if you were not related to me, I'd have your head!" Astaroth IV quickly burst out in a highly grandiose manner, flailing her arms wildly as she ranted. The elder of the sisters was always the more loud and excitable of the two, she having a tendency to overreact. Of course to Astaroth IV, it was all perfectly justifiable. 200 years of having lived together, and her little sister STILL has not fully understood this fact! That or just ignores it, an equally irritating thought. She took another deep breath, calming down for real this time. "... I'm fine. Just, what do you need Murmur?" She would speak in a exhausted tone, already tired from her outburst.
"Well..." Murmur I would quietly say as she dug into her robing, pulling out a small yellow rabbit doll. It looked old, but was mostly in good shape. Mostly in the sense that beyond a torn arm that the demon-zoan held, it was in mostly good condition. "Pon had his arm hurt, so I need you to fix him for me. Can you do that please?"
Astaroth IV rolled her eyes and groaned as she rose a finger pointing at the broken toy, levitating it out of her sister's hands. "Ugh, really? How did you get that thing's arm ripped off again anyway?" She would complain as she glanced at the probably at least a century year old toy. It was not a request she wasn't used to. She often was the one who repaired Murmur I's plush dolls, but it was still a rather humiliating thing to employ her talents. With a small bolt of magic from her index finger, the fibers from the ripped arm suddenly began to re-attach themselves to the hole they had been separated from. A few seconds later, the arm was good as new attached to it's owner. She handed the rabbit back to it's owner, Murmur I's normally emotionless face suddenly brimming with a smile as she grabbed the doll; hugging it close and tight. "There. All better. How humiliating to be relegated to this. Fixing a child's toy. These fingers were made for great evil you know!" Astaroth would proceed to rant some more, gazing and admiring her hands some.
Murmur I while was delighted to have her doll back, she could not help but roll her eyes at her sister's claim. Astaroth IV was always a bit... eccentric, but she also seemed to be under the belief that it's her destiny to take over Earth and be some kind of "evil empress". To any normal individual, this was a completely maddening idea; but Murmur I has had to realize that her sister was anything but normal. She honestly doubted that Astaroth IV even had an idea of what true evil even was. "Are you still going on about that Starry?"
The bookworm stared at her sister as if she had moths fly out of her ears. She squinted grumpily at her sibling, shaking her head in disagreement. "I will damned well go on about it all I want! Just cause mother decided NOT to take over the place doesn't mean it's a bad idea! Until this very planet is under my control as it's divine evil empress, I will not stop!" She would say triumphantly, slamming her fist on the desk with mighty force. While in her mind a charismatic display, this unfortunately caused the contents on the table to be knocked up in the air some; her vial of ink spilling onto the floor. Realizing what just happened, all look of pride and self-absorbed ego vanished as Astaroth IV immediately began panicking. "Oh god oh god oh, NO!" She would grovel, dropping to her knees as her breathing got heavy.
Murmur I stood there, a bit unsure of how to react. The way her sister was acting, you would have imagined that a loved one just passed away in a horrible, unexpected manner. Of course knowing her sister, Astaroth IV would have probably considered someone passing away to be a mild inconvenience. "Uh... What happened?" She would ask skeptically, prepared for the waterworks her sister was going to pour out.
"M-my premium jet-black ink! Its spilt everywhere! No no no! This is the worst possible scenario! Damn the heavens and all who dwell there! A fate worse than death, which is actually not quite that bad in the grand scheme of things!" Astaroth IV sobbed, completely unable to get herself back together. In her mind, this truly was a great disaster; one that she cursed herself for creating. A self-made tragedy, oh she pitied herself so. The demon hybrid summoned a small handkerchief, wiping away her tears. Not that they were real tears, but damn did it make a good show.
A deadpan silence was about all Murmur I could muster at her sister's outrage. She sighed slightly, debating silently if she really WAS the younger sister in this relationship. How was a "divine evil empress" going to take over the world if she went into hysterics over spilled ink. "... It's just ink. Just clean it up."
"It's not the mess it made that's the problem Murmur! It's the ink itself! Now I can't continue drawing!" Astaroth IV swiftly got up, speaking loud and clear in an urgent manner. She was still needing to draw the pecs! Without ink, her slab-filled dream on paper would die swiftly without the right ink!
The sheep-like demon sighed, almost unable to really comprehend her sibling's logic. "All this sobbing is just because you can't draw your smut?" She would quietly say to herself before glancing back to her sister. Was the answer to this really that lost to her? "Just magic some more up Starry. Knowing you, that shouldn't be really hard."
Astaroth IV stamped her foot on the ground, almost disgusted by such a casual-minded thought. Yes, magicking up some ink was an option; but a highly petty one! For Astaroth IV's standards, the bar was set too high to resort to such a method. "It's not the same Murmur! If I just materialized some new ink, it would be a disgrace to the writing process. I can only tolerate authentic high-quality blank ink for such a precious task!" She swiftly turned her back on her sister, placing a hand by her chin as her tail flicked aggressively in deep-thought. "There can only be one solution to this. One so risky and dangerous that this will be truly my greatest challenge today."
"... Go and buy more ink?" Murmur I monotonously spoke, pretty much already having seen this answer coming.
"Exactly!" The fluffy white-furred hybrid yelled, she telekinetic-ally pulling a book off a shelf and tucking it underneath her arm. She swiftly skipped towards the lone window in her room, opening; allowing a fresh breeze to enter. Sticking her left leg daintily out the window, readying to jump out; Astaroth IV glanced towards her sister, a determined smile on her face. "Tell mother that I am leaving for now! To Satan City I go!" She would say before diving out of the window, soaring back up in an arc before taking to the skies.
As she watched as the image of her sister flying off in the distance grow smaller and smaller, Murmur I could not help but sigh slightly at her sister's chaotic, reckless nature. "... Could you not just buy it at any other city instead of the one on the other side of the Earth?" She would bemuse, taking the time to shut the window that her sister left open in her haste; walking out of her sibling's room to retrieve some cleaning supplies to try clean up the mess her sister made.