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| − | == Guilty Heaven, Innocent Hell ==
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| − | * Gennadi puts the finishing touches on the summoning circle he's crafted, thick primal sigils drawn instead of his usual precise ones, the inner edges rough and frayed. The candles, dark and phallic barely illuminate the marble dais, raised from the ground by a passing earth spirit on request. He steps back as the wind howls, waving an annoyed hand as the flames burn bright blue, seeming to grow and burn the wind itself in response. One last look through a rather luridly detailed catalogue of spirits, bright colors and cramped notation of variances in spell design, and he tosses it aside to the pile of scented oils, alcholic drinks, and other pleasant toys. The clearing glows, bright blue with emerald flickers of fire burning through the dome of energy surrounding the dais as he makes his call.
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| − | '''????: ''' And then she appears, knelt, eyes closed, hands over her knees. Strawberry blonde hair, clear green eyes like absinthe, and skin smooth and soft as midnight, only darker still. Her body covered in the white robe of a shrine maiden of the East. Her nails are ruby and carnelian, carefully trimmed with jeweler's tools. Bronze charms ornament her body on locks of her lovers hair, an extra token demanded by one of her rank... hair falls over her face, and she lifts her face slowly towards the Chosen of Serenity, calm, serene, soothing pink lips parting slightly as her eyes begin to open...
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| − | "... yes?"
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' The rose lays sat against a tree, in the corner of her eye one can see the roots she has laid there. She touches the flower brooch and turns to Gennadi, her face half chastising, and half amused. "Well, you ''did'' pick a cute one."
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| − | * Gennadi picks up the catalog, looks at it, and shrugs. "Wasn't really going for cute." He walks a slow circle around the demon, sizing her up. "She'll do, though. I'm going to cut this short, Neomah. I'm not going to do the usual browbeating, I've just got an offer. One night's service, and we're going to fuck until I can't get it up anymore, and probably a bit more after that. You can have your pound of flesh and your trinket in the morning, if we're done by then. Fair?"
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| − | '''????: ''' "Whaaa?"
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| − | She listens to him...<br>
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| − | And her face begins to change...<br>
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| − | From her midnight hue, darkening with pink sheens..<br>
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| − | She places a hand over her face, and tries to move away from him, hard when he can just come around,
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| − | "Y-you want me to do w-wha for w-w-what?!?"
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| − | * Shaliya blinks... getting up. Just what was up?
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| − | * Gennadi raises an eyebrow, grabbing the sbook and checking it again. Everything matches... even the picture. He sighs. "I wish they'd mentioned you liked to play the hard to get game. Either way, cut it out. Sex, screwing, horizontal tango, twenty-three diverse positions and acts, and that's just warming up." He displays the catalogue to her, pornographic profile and all. "This? You know, what you do? Neomah things."
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| − | '''????: ''' She comes closer to look at the book... and her eyes begin to widen. Wider and wider, then she realises all she is looking at. "Eeep!" She says, jumping back, shocked. "A-a-all that... going there... like that? In... In THERE?"
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| − | "I.. I don't do that! I don't do those things!"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "I don't know, it looks pretty accurate to me." He steps up on the edge of the dais, looking down at her and tilting the picture to match his viewpoint. "You're a bit less sweaty and a lot more clothed, at least for now."
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| − | '''????: ''' "F-for... now?" She takes her brass hairpin, and it shifts in fiery brass, becoming a hammer... that hits against the field with a impact that shakes the earth! "''Pervert''! My robes '''stay'''!"
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| − | "Why do you want me to do those dirty things?!?"
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| − | * Shaliya laughs. She laughs long and hard.
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| − | "You got the ''one virgin Neomah in hell''!" The words barely come amidst the laugherr,
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| − | "Oh, master..."
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| − | * Gennadi just flips through more pictures, somewhat annoyed. "Useless thing. They misfiled the rape fantasy one..." He points a finger at Shaliya. "There ARE no virgin neomah in hell!"
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| − | '''????: ''' "R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r...."
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| − | '''''"RAPE FANTASY?!?" '''''
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| − | The hammer hits the field again. Again. And again. And again.
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| − | "You stay AWAY!"
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' The rose looks at the hits, her eyes wide...
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| − | "... who has fantasies that can handle ''that''?" She points, "Lunars?"
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| − | * Gennadi shrugs, tossing the catalog over to her and in the same motion breaking the first rule of demon-summoning by stepping into the circle, right up to her and pressing her back against the invisible boundaries. He watches her eyes, voice level. "I called you here, expecting a demonic whore, like you seemed to be. Now you protest, and certainly I don't want to go through all this trouble just for a piece of ass. Precisely what. the. fuck. is going on?"
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| − | '''????: ''' She backs down, hitting the Circle, then falls... and with a movement that is almost not a movement, circles through the walls away from him! "H-hey! I am no ''whore''! You take that back!"
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| − | "A-and stay away!"
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| − | Her cheeks blush so furiously, darkening midnight skin until it is dark as the void.
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| − | Of course, the void would ''never'' be this cute.
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "You are neomah, embodiment and fulfilment of lust. I guess you aren't much of a whore, as I have yet to arrange payment. Half points." He steps sideways, catching her chin and tilting her face up for a quick kiss and piercing stare. "Now, I asked you a question. Answers, neomah."
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| − | '''????: ''' ''Eeeeeeek! '' is all she says as he takes her chin..<br>
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| − | ... and then she melts, on the sweetness of the kiss....<br>
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| − | And then, he opens his mouth, ruins everything, and gets a slap accross his face!
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| − | "''Don't'' do that again!"<br>
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| − | "And what do you ''mean''? I don't do those.. icky... things!"
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| − | * Gennadi smirks. "See, that's a bit more what I expected. If you don't do those things, but you appear in my summoning circle, which specifically was to hunt out a rather willing slut of a neomah. I want to know why. Also, what else you can do if I'm not getting laid after all this work."
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| − | '''????: ''' "It... was? I am not one! I... I...."
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| − | She brings her finger to her lips, her eyes going to the sky...
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| − | "Odd. Ever since I met my veiny friends today, I have had a hard remembering that..."
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| − | "I can do flesh-craft, though! Want me to make a baby? Without the need for icky, icky things?"
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| − | * Gennadi shakes his head. "You do realize what's going to happen if I dismiss you, right?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "All the things in that picture, and more. I'd get thinking on a better answer."
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| − | '''????: ''' She looks up at him... blinks. Blinks. And blinks.
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| − | "No.... what?"
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| − | "W... what? Why?"
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| − | * Gennadi steps carefully off the dais and consults with Shaliya, leaving her to think that over. "Because it's Hell, dear. That's what happens to girls like you there."
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| − | Gennadi smiles apologetically at his familiar, voice kept juuuust barely within hearing range for the demon, every third word.. "Look, you know I can't do this sort of thing with you. We have to stay friendly, and the last time we tried I had to buy a new bed. A little surprised at this, though... what do you think?"
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "Well, I ''could'' do it if you are that desperate, you know..." She says, then turns back... "I say we keep her. She is so ~cute~! Like a puppy! But if you want to keep trying with her, you better be sweet. Or, we won't keep being friendly!"
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| − | * Gennadi sighs. "Next time, I'm just going to Nexus." He turns back to the waiting demon, short walk back up to the edge of the circle. "Well? Anything else? As I see it, there's two options. I can defile you for a few hours and bring you back down to normal, or you can hang around until the end of the year and... I don't know, I'm sure I can think of some other use for you. Of course, if that first bit sounds attractive, we can save that for later."
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| − | '''????: ''' "N... no! Please... not like that!"
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| − | "I will stay with you. After it is done, you can summon me again, right? I will serve you, for a year and a day! And later, and later, if I can and don't have to.. you know..." She brings her hand to her face, the long priestess sleeve covering it as she blushes... "At least not like that!"
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| − | * Gennadi shrugs. "I will not compel it of you. That'd be rude. Deal taken." He kicks the dais of stone and it cracks, crumbling slowly underneath her and blowing away as ash in the wind. "Go with Shaliya, she'll explain what's going on. I've got some cleaning up to do."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' Giggling, she helps the Neomah up, chatting with her about harmless things, and taking her, "Oh, and we never got to introduce you two, did you? I am Shaliya, like he said.. and my master of little manners if Gennadi!"
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| − | '''????: ''' The Neomah blushes some more, looking at Gennadi, "Pleased to meet you! my name is Sandara!"
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| − | She nods, smiling... "I... hope I can serve you well for this year and a day! I will put my heart into it!"
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| − | * Gennadi refrains from mentioning what he was going to put into it, instead tossing the catalog in the bottom of the bag of tricks he's assembling from the pile. "Mrm. Neomah have hearts? I have to admit, that was never the part I was interested in."
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| − | '''Sandara: ''' "Why... you... I was trying to be nice, you ''pervert! ''"
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| − | She says, forming the hammer of brass again, barely held by Shaliya...
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| − | * Gennadi wags a finger at her. "If this is the best you can do, Sandara, this is going to be a long year."
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