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Dark Astarte::

~Was she tempting him to lose full control of himself there? If she was, her eyes were of no help to tell, as they were impassionate in their watch of him. AT the moment she was a statue of cold stone, those white eyes gazing upwards at him with unmoving conviction within the depths.~ "You offer to me slavery Daemoniumm, do you deny that?" ~ She states as he side steps her questions. Her head does not turn as he walks up behind her...his words sharp to her ears. Nothing comes to her lips as she stands there, the circle at her bare feet. The words are whispers in the air, her lips never to move once.~ "You are the one that thinks that I am distracting you with something, I have used nothing on you..." ~Nothing in a form of an answer comes from her on his words about Dimium. As he moves behind her, brushed whispers to her ears as he speaks, her head tilts ever so slightly towards him. A cold smirk tilts her lips upwards just slightly, the closest to a smile she was going to reach at the moment.~ "An what of my play toys, you have your own toys, and you scoff now upon whom I use? You have never held trust even within your own creation Daemoniumm have you? " ~There was a smug tone in the voice as she turned towards him slowly. Her eyes drinking in the dark evil smile that moved over his lips to his eyes, causing a glitter there that held true to his nature. If his words were to touch out to her heart then he was missing greatly as no flicker of emotion beyond the smirk that held on her pale lips. ~ "Are you now calling upon possession of me? Saying just whom I shall be near and whom not? Did Dimium hurt that much or was it because what ever deal you happen to have with him was taken from your fingers?" ~Her voice soften a touch as she then stepped away from him without a backwards look, her eyes pulling away.~

Daemoniumm::

*The demon stands up slowly with anger flowing in his veins. The lady standing in front of him seems to be a person who is enjoying his own feelings, trying to drive him into a state of wrath, knowing that what is flowing in his veins and what has in his mind is something it could take him out of control. He has no power to control anyone's mind, but he is only weakness. Enjoying physical and emotional attack instead of a mental one.*

His eyes glows* Enough with your mental games Lady Astarte, I am offering you everything and you just don't care. *Avoids her questions*. You are trying to distract me with your powers, what are you trying to do? What are your plans? I know that you always come with a surprise, maybe a secret alliance with someone else like the way you did with Dimium.... *avoid her eye contact and walks around her and stops behind her, he gets closer at her, his breath moves slightly over her hair, his lips almost touch her ear* .... Maybe..you are seeing someone from those Eternal Guardians...*whispers with a melodic voice like trying to touch her heart with his voice*..are you seeing Devin lately?....huh? ...*raises his hands and removes her hair from her ear*...Devin .......Scott? ..... *his eyes glows once again and a displays an evil smile than looks more a frown than a smile**growls*.........or anyone else that is against me, Dark.

Dark Astarte::

~ The hours turned to days. Those days falling to weeks then months since the day in Daemoniumm's castle. Nothing was taken care of there, only words tossed between them. Now months later she was within her own castle. No words had passed between them; all messages sent still sitting at the desk in the main room. At one point she took to just killing them but that was only making a mess on the floor so she stopped, not that she didn't send a few herself. It took her this long to finally stop, thinking over the events yet not fully. The castle held its' interest yet only for so long before, finally, she ventured out of its' walls. The fifth story of the castle held a ledge that pierced outwards in the sky, once a garden grew there, flourishing so well in bright light but it had died long ago when she took the place. Here was where she had spent days now. Old pillars spiraled upwards in the sky, cutting the air with its massive stone. Between two of these she stood in thought. Vines had since covered most of the structures to the point that just what was behind it all was lost to the past. Statues moved and flickered, whispering their dead cry for freedom to no avail around her. If one were to happen along they would think her another till the breeze of fire wind whipped through the place again. Her skin white as marble and as cold as the depths that it was mined. Unmoving under the light cloth that was folded around her head, draping it self down over her body. It flickered in the breeze that burned through the pillars. Here she did not take to hiding what she was, her black wings folded over her back, those off white and red feathers catching the light then melting back again into the black leather. Hands on each side of her, pressing on each column as her head was tilted back, waves of white hair flowing down over her back as her eyes were closed. It was time again to see Daemoniumm yet would he show here? She didn't pause to ponder this as she stood, she had all the time in the world and beyond she would stay.~

Daemoniumm::

*Some dry leaves, that once belonged to healthy plants that suffered the possession of their land from a dark entity, slides slowly on the cold-bricked floor by the breeze. Suddenly some of the started emanating some orange dots like they start burning themselves. The floor heats up showing a big orange glowing circle like something is heating it up from below. The floor doesn't let, whatever it is, to emerge from itself. Yes, the castle is cursed, it is cursed and protected from everything that doesn’t belong to it. *

*Some bricks loses their shape and turning to a kind of unknown runes. Runes inside of a glowing circle. Bricks rhythmically move up and down like something is pushing it from below. Now the glowing circle turns to a yellowish color like it has lava flowing underneath. Drown screams can be heard underneath the floor, chaos music for those evil ones. A skinless hand shows between two bricks. Liquid-like metal covers part of the hand in front of Dark Astarte's presence like trying to protect his vulnerable parts from her. It turns is wrist making the hand face down to find something to grab, or rest it to gain strength to lift the rest of the body that still under those melting bricks. Close to the hand some bricks are pushed, showing the other unskinned hand to show up followed by its covering armored skin. Pressure with both hands makes the glowing floor to lift like a piece of cloth hiding something, or someone underneath. Melting lava runs down from the cracks between the bricks. A skinless head of a demon shows up looking upward like trying to emerge from that pool of lava, a sound of a beast in pain and anger echoes the entire castle; no one summoned a demon. He pulls his body out of that pool of lava, that was drying by the cold wind so fast that he was close to be trapped in it. He stretched and roars again, like wanting to display fear like he always used to do.*

*Daemoniumm looks around in the open area and spots Dark Astarte standing there like one of the statues, he walks toward her slowly while his skinless body gets covered by the liquid metal* My presence is not accepted in this place, but you seems that you were expecting me. My messengers never returned back...*walks closer at her resting one of his hands on a sculptures, grabbing it so tight that it starts cracking* ...and I want to know what did you do to them. You do not want this demon near you... ...well evil always will reach even it is unwanted.

Dark Astarte::

~It was the breaking of the floor that had her finally open her eyes. Hours, or days had passed since she took to standing outside, yet she couldn't tell or didn't want to tell how much time had passed since it started. Only that something brought her back to her body. Warmth washed over her in a rush, a burning wind swirling in red through the garden and pausing on her only to move on and flicker out again. She did not see the floor inside, how it started to slowly burn from under the stones or how soon they started to lose their shape, melting unto themselves. Her head was still tilted back at this, her eyes closed as the winds brought fire over the area. Only those winds over her hair held movement in the least, she was still, silent as she listened to him show as if the castle was giving birth to him. Him pushing his way free from something that didn't wish him within it, and it trying to hold him back. The only sound through the place was his screams as he entered, the pitch of the floor and groveling sound of the stone rubbing together as he pushes free. Finally her eyes open when his pain, anger, and want moves through the castle in the form of a scream. A flicker of her lashes, a small movement of the head and her eyes opened so slowly to gaze upwards. Yet she didn't move from her spot, still she stood there. Nothing greeted him; nothing came but silence and a void of any being. It was his movements that had her close her eyes again. Those cold hands gripping to each side of her upon the tall pillars, on one hand something almost silver glittering as another wave of fire air swirled around her and then outwards again. Lowering her head as he came close, the hair tangling up within those wings and then finding freedom to move in the wind again. Rooted to her spot, those eyes of hers finally open fully. Pure white gazed at him, upwards as she was tall yet he was taller than she. The flicker of the white thin thing that was more a scarf than a dress was in the corner of her eye as nothing showed within those eyes, devoid of anything for the moment. Cold as they meet his with not a flicker away. Nothing of fear showed in her stance, her movements, her eyes, and her face. "I ban thee not..."

Those words so soft, yet no emotion are within the way they float, move in the air to him. Yet for them the place seems to shift, welcome him as if a lost part of itself. It was a drawn out time before she would speak, letting him finish before uttering a word. So perfectly still as she watched him as if for the first time with unblinking eyes. "You always show Chaos Demon Daemoniumm. " She pauses as her head tilts and she stands straight instead of leaning back as she was doing. The crack then explosion of the statue has her look towards the shard of a figure under his hands. Following the lines of his body, her eyes move upwards to his face slowly, as if drinking in each part. What was left of the statue looked as if it was some creature, horrid to most eyes but lovely to her. Nothing showed in those white eyes as they gazed upwards at him. "Your messengers are no longer. You always find me, you haunt me, why for? Never has thy words said I did not wish you near I, only words that I be not your slave." Her voice was low and controlled, each word measured out as she spoke. Finally she let go of the pillars that she held to, one hand closing around what ever she held, another glint of silver in the red haze that was the skies light. A small step was taken towards him, her head tilting slightly was the closed hand stayed to her side but the other lifted and moved outwards as if to touch him but those cold pale hands stopped inches from it, hovering in the air as her eyes looked to her hand then back up to him. "So many times you spoke of me there with you, giving what you think I want, yet for it all so that you may have thee as a slave. Do I speak wrong upon thy thoughts Daemoniumm? Do you not want me to fall to thy feet in fear once more, to shiver in fear at thy voice, thy actions? Creation you did, yet lose control of thy creation thy have.....what is in thy mind Demon of Chaos? Come forth from it and say it...." She stands awaiting his words, his movements as if drinking upon it all, some fountain that is bitter yet like a drink that fills the soul.~

Daemoniumm::

*Watching the dark angel standing some calmed while her melodious voice flows like a whisper. She still has the chant of angels, the one that would charm any single human......or non-human. Dark Astarte never shows her fears, or feelings, what she feels inside stays inside her. The darkness had possessed her heart leaving nothing left for anyone. Daemoniumm knows that, he knows he lost his control on her. But like any other beast, rage is the answer of his loss. He does not want to accept it, he does not want to say it.*

*Dark Astarte stands between those statues like being part of it. She is the chameleon of the gothic environment who takes part of the coldness of the dark theater where the sculptures orchestrates their slow paused moves with the dried entangled plants. The demon looks at her without a word to say. She gained the first step, she had too many victims..she learned from them. But Daemoniumm is not one of her victim, but she still learned from him. She is part of him. "Why do you still thinking that I want you as my slave?" the only words he could think in that moment. He knows that he is not good in the psychological attacks like one of his brothers. He rather enjoys the physical pain, but he knows that watching Dark Astarte displaying it wouldn't be even just a dream. She could stand the most painful scars and not show even a smirk from it. She has the darkness at her side, she is feeding from it, and she gains more power from Daemoniumm every time he gets too close from her. He wants that back. "I am not losing control of what I do not want to control. I just want you. I want you to be at my side. I want you to give up what you cannot control from your inside. You want to hear from me that, you want to listen my voice to read the sound of my feelings."

*He gets closer knowing that it would drain more of him what she wants to get* "Now tell me Dark Astarte...what you really want from me...you summons me and then enjoy the moment of what I should not enjoy. Would you give up what belongs to me and go part of what belonged before?" *He extends his arm and sweep the air as the same time he turns his body clockwise like he wants to show her surroundings* "Look around. Do you really deserve this? Tell me...what do you want from this?"

Dark Astarte::

~The fire sky's light turns a bit darker, one of her hands still closed as he spoke. A bit of something shined for just a moment, a flicker in the red light, from that hand only to be turned from the light again. Her head was tilted as she listened to him, knowing in her own strange manner what he wanted. His fear was not thick, it was thin, a wisp of something on the breeze between them that could have been a far away figure instead of him. He held control, though strained on its' leash. A small push would perhaps send him over the edge, that control he so prides himself on gone. Was it this she want or something more?~

~Slowly her head turns, looking to him again as a small step is taken once more towards him. Flickers in her eyes show thoughts but to what it cannot be said off hand has she stops again, looking at him closely. Those eyes of her slowly moving over him, drinking him in. Not a word is uttered as he speaks, she seemed content in watching, listening to him for the moment. Another rush of fire swirling air comes towards them, pausing with its warmth over them and moves onwards. What is left of the plants in the area start to wither quickly as her wings open to the wind then settle again upon her back. Midnight black on the tips, they mold to a white on the top with glints of silver between it all, flashing the red light off of them. It was after this, after a moment of thought she moved to speak. Her mouth opened yet did not move, as if a silent scream though her face didn't hold that. From this came a swirl of cold wind between them, twisting in the heat, as voices seemed to come forth from it. It was soft but could be heard, voices of a time long since pasted. It was Daemoniumm's own words, a recount, to what he once told a frighten outcasted elf that held power she didn't know. The words that a Demon of Chaos used to move her to his side. It then changed, moved to a conversation between three. Daemoniumm and Purgatory speaking, and Dark Astarte being sent to from Daemoniumm to Purgatory though one of the two Demons did not know of the transaction. Flickers of light start at the bottom of the wind, moving up as pictures come in, flickers of an old reality between them. An innocent child’s face flickers in, then a long fight over the child in Hell in which Dark Astarte holds one of the holy swords over the neck of an Eternal Guardian. It wisps away, each image, fight coming fast and the emotion behind it lost as it is sucked away. A moment picture of a girl is shown, tethered to something as she slowly burns yet it would seem it was not her doing, but something she was trying to stop. A break as the cry of a male child coming from a picture of a new born in black blood looks up only to blink away as clawed hands seem to moved outwards from the winds control. Images from her mind speeds up to only a fraction stop as her mouth slowly closes and her eyes follow.~

"You forsaken what you made, a deal forged yes you knew not the deal. You gave what you said you would not; you broke what was to make what is. Ask not for what I shall not return, I know why you return when I call, that glimmer in your eyes talks..." ~Her head lowers for a moment and her eyes look up to him. ~ "You wish back something that belongs to you Daemoniumm...I offer one thing this day...perhaps two if thy mind has opened..." ~The hand she has kept closed this whole time, turns as wrists are shown.... drops of black blood runs down them.... as if an old wound opening slowly before him. Those clasped fingers slowly open, silver hitting the light as it blinds the area. In her hand is something from an old time between them, the strange calling medallion that he gave her the first time he talked her to his side. He once said she could call him to her with it and since that moment she had not let it leave her grip. But it was not on her; rather it was in her hand this time, sliding free for the first time in ages.... her fingers holding it loose by the chain as her arm brought it upwards between them. The cold wind she had earlier falling away, clearing his view to her. "Tis one thing?" ~For once a small smirk was upon those lips, a small tilt to those bloodless lips of ice~~

Daemoniumm::

{Responce lost =( }

Dark Astarte::

~She was as still as marble as he walked forward. The garden was long since dead; vines that should be gone were wound upwards and around cold statues. One crumbled into nothing more than dust under the angry hand of the Chaos Demon. There was little on her as she turned towards him. The voice as always a whisper so very low as she spoke... "You offer to me, to sit next to you as you rule...now why would I share anything. Over the turn of time you have never held one second of trust to my work..." A cold smirk comes over her pale lips, a hue of blue lifting off of her skin as she spoke and turned towards him. " You the demon of Chaos who came to what you though was a low elf...you who turned that one over to another...speak of your own crimes first before you think to speak of any actions of mine." The smirk upon her lips was cold as the glint of sun reflected off the silver piece in her hand. "You asked just how I find you? You gave that to me freely turns ago..."~

Daemoniumm::

*Part of the vines, burnt by his flames, moves slowly toward him like puppeted by a ghost, dancing slowly on the bricked floor toward him. He moves before get touched by the dried vines* *After listening to Dark Astarte's shocking words, the demon stares surprised at the Medallion of Chaos that helped to turn her into a creature of darkness. What he did not know was that it will link him to her, making him unable to just vanish away from her.*"Why do you have to mention my crimes? Do you think that you are just someone who can judge me of what I have done?" *smiles evilly while walking toward her* "You did a lot of thing that I was blamed for them. The whole Eternal Guardians were hunting me down because of you." *chuckles* "I wouldn't never imagine that you would be out of control." *stops chuckling and smile vanishes* "You knew that I would be affected by your games." *turns at her and looks straight at her eyes* " Why did you do that to me? Why did you moved at my shadows knowing that I would be hunted by your actions? "

Dark Astarte::

~Astarte's fingers curved around the medallion, holding to it tightly as his eyes drifted for a moment downward to the piece. Notice was given to the flaming vines that backed away then moved towards him, her eyes drifting back to him slowly. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the left as the look of shock came to his face, then thought. They had all the time they wanted, this place held no such bounds as time and what could take days would be only a blink of a moment elsewhere. As always, those unreadable eyes gazed at him with no hate, with no emotion, only a cold intelligence and deep thought. One pale hand was still upon a half falling column that she seemed so much like only moments again, it moved down, a feather touch till her arm rested next to her. She listened with unmoving silence in the hot air, sudden rushes happening around them as if the world was to tear itself apart with them stand there, only to still for his words.~

~Golden eyes watch as he speaks and moves closer. Worry should have came as the slightly cold smile that was upon his lips vanished suddenly and his eyes meet her own. Yet nothing of the sort came to mind, her gaze steadies as she meet his gaze. Her own eyes moving as they meet his, a small step closer taken to him. The air was heavy with his words, with his questions yet not a word was uttered for a few moments. The distance between their forms was not great but enough that a stone bench was there. Slowly she walked towards it, her eyes never leaving his as she paused when her leg brushed it. Finally she spoke, one hand rising slowly with no threat, the hand that held the medallion so long ago given to her. The warm surface looking as a mix of fire and ice in battle upon it. A tint of softness flowed in the voice, weaving to him.."Out of control? The demon of chaos calls me out of control, tell me, and do tell me what kind of control do you think there should have been, there should be over me?" A small smirk slowly rose upon her lips as she looked at him. "Turns ago you created something, opened a door that should never have been opened...when it was set free you ran to Mia to hide. You wanted to create what? An equal, a toy, a doll? Look to yourself for answers, not me. Look at you now, on guard and knowing well enough I would never attack you. " Her eyes soften ever so slightly as she seemed to relax though ever so cold still, her voice stilling as she awaited his words, watching him closely~

Daemoniumm::

*He interrupts their mutual gaze to faces the darkness around him. His aura was consumed by it, at the same time the glare of his armor. He looks back at the dark entities to find only two white lights that resemble a pair of eyes floating in the darkness*

"Yes I have to accept that you grew up in power. You are like me and I am like you. We turned to be one."*He steps back from her, closes his eyes, and stands in an open area to enjoy the screams of the souls, he enjoys them like delighted music. The demon stands there for a while, not ignoring her questions, but enjoying the darkness.* -" Before I agree to be at your side, I want to make one last question..."*He opens his eyes and faces the bright eyes. He hesitates in asking, he walks closes to her*-"I like your idea. Undo the balance... " *Moves his arms in a circular motion like explaining in gestures what he is talking about.* "...fortify chaos, both of us...*freezes like thinking and looks at her with a confused face* ...before this idea of the balance, well you said that you have it since the beginning, did you ever try to create someone like me? I mean... to replace me?" *He opens his wings* If you see... I want to be at your side, I don't want to lose you again... but there is one last name that I have to mention that I did not want to forget. One creature of darkness that used to seek this demon to destroy it, claiming to be sent by you. So, if you want to be with me all this time, why this creature claimed you as his Mistress? Vermillion would not lie as an excuse of my destruction; I guess he already had an "enemy" that looked like their fight was orchestrated to make myself be attracted to their trap. Duane Atkinson claimed to be a human for long time, as I did not sense that was turned to a creature of darkness by you. So, why your possession were seeking me for my blood? I did not know, maybe you told them that my blood would make them look like you." *walks close to her until there was nothing between them. He raises his hand to touch the darkness where he finds her cold skin if her face. His fingertip slides closes to her mouth. Touching what he cannot see by the intense darkness.* I hope you do not have vampire fangs. It would turn you to be on of those children of darkness. *Chuckles and shakes his head* I don't think you are that fool to be one of them. *A smile vanishes from his face*... I hope not. I prefer you be a dark angel other than a simple weak vampire.

Dark Astarte::

~Daemoniumm's eyes fall from her gaze, moving over the area. With her arms still in place she watched as the light fell from around them, the light leaving a dull look to his armor then winking out with not a flash but rather slowly. Once again she found those points of red in the darkness, his eyes, gazing at her as he spoke. The air spoke of him moving, the movement of his eyes also, but nothing of his form could be seen as he spoke.... then brought a question. In the distance, swirls of hot air came, their tails glowing red in the darkness, flickering off his armor, bring a boil of screams only to move on. Astarte lowered her hands to her side as her eyes closed, breaking the gaze between them. For a long moment she would not speak though she could feel the hate in his voice, the shift of his wings in the air as they opened in the air, and the edge on his voice. When finally her head rose, she finds that he is only inches or less from her, a sudden touch of him over her lips as he ranted on about vampires. Would she condemn herself to such a low life, nay, rather she was a dark angel; yet that was something so small to truth also.... she was herself. Finally she found a voice though it was cold, yet still a bit of shock as it flickered away in her eyes. Slowly her head tilts back as a small smirk comes upon her lips though it was to dark to see. "Intent to creation of replacement was never there." A simple answer, yet there was a game to be had. To lie would bring them back to the game once more, sending them into a draw or yet pure destruction, yet she spoke truth for once if not all of it. It was time to speak..."Vermillion was of his own kind, not you nor I, sword of hate was his blood, and to break you of your same path it took another, for how could chaos life in substant life even in a hated one?" Anger sparked upwards in her at that time, her head tilting as she almost seemed to relax as it build, her wings coming from the hiding place she so long ago kept them. "Do you dance the way of the sword, to draw blood in the circle for the hate, love of it? " The question was sent as her hand touched his wrists, the slim and cold fingers moving to hold it. "Believe as you wish of others chaos for you know just what my actions, my reality, brings unto the world. Do you think perhaps one of those children could have ever harmed you beyond return? Do you now search to quench the revenge in your soul for such things? " Question for answer, she slowly lets go of him, yet does not back from him.~