Ryoko Lee
The girl who is like the Dragon
I know you guys have been waiting, so it's finally here!
"It appears that our walls have been breached, Lilith."
"Just go send another demon."
"That's the thing- our agents have been dispatched."
Lilith paused, considering this. This was new, it wasn't often that someone made it past their defenses and killed more than a few demons. The woman stood up from her throne, lost in thought.
She truly was beautiful... In a wicked sort of way. Her hair was impeccably styled, falling down her back, her armor shined to perfection. Hey eyes, lined with charcoal, glowed with all the fires of hell had to offer, and her clothes fit her form nicely. This wasn't her main concern, however. She was now battling a monster headache, wondering how serious this could be.
"Call up the Ranks. We have much to discuss- who should go out and deal with this problem, and if this should push the war up sooner."
Her voice was soft, yet held monstrous power. It was time everyone gathered in one place to converse, anyway. This was her special unit, her team, her most valuable officers.
Within moments she had paged everyone- and sat down in her throne room. It was a haunting site- the room bathed in a deep red, rubies lining her throne, and fires along the walls. A ruby chandelier hung above them, lined with black gold and skulls. There were several other thrones, each a different degree of greatness and variety. However, two thrones sat on her either side, created for her two main advisers- Zabraza and Inheritance. This would be slightly awkward, having been intimate at one point with them both.
She had invited Zornkriegshetzer, Zabraxa, Salaciel, Leinali, Jackie, and Gabriel. These were her powerful allies and some even friends, and she waited patiently. She wondered if they had known the breach, and what was being done. Lilith suddenly realized, this would be a very strained meeting- so many different personalities and ages, as well as clashing attitudes would lead to this. If it got out of hand, she'd take care of them, though she wouldn't kill them. She had grown to care about some, and the rest were valuable, after all.
The Supreme mistress sat in her throne, comfortable and reclined; awaiting for her subjects.
"It appears that our walls have been breached, Lilith."
"Just go send another demon."
"That's the thing- our agents have been dispatched."
Lilith paused, considering this. This was new, it wasn't often that someone made it past their defenses and killed more than a few demons. The woman stood up from her throne, lost in thought.
She truly was beautiful... In a wicked sort of way. Her hair was impeccably styled, falling down her back, her armor shined to perfection. Hey eyes, lined with charcoal, glowed with all the fires of hell had to offer, and her clothes fit her form nicely. This wasn't her main concern, however. She was now battling a monster headache, wondering how serious this could be.
"Call up the Ranks. We have much to discuss- who should go out and deal with this problem, and if this should push the war up sooner."
Her voice was soft, yet held monstrous power. It was time everyone gathered in one place to converse, anyway. This was her special unit, her team, her most valuable officers.
Within moments she had paged everyone- and sat down in her throne room. It was a haunting site- the room bathed in a deep red, rubies lining her throne, and fires along the walls. A ruby chandelier hung above them, lined with black gold and skulls. There were several other thrones, each a different degree of greatness and variety. However, two thrones sat on her either side, created for her two main advisers- Zabraza and Inheritance. This would be slightly awkward, having been intimate at one point with them both.
She had invited Zornkriegshetzer, Zabraxa, Salaciel, Leinali, Jackie, and Gabriel. These were her powerful allies and some even friends, and she waited patiently. She wondered if they had known the breach, and what was being done. Lilith suddenly realized, this would be a very strained meeting- so many different personalities and ages, as well as clashing attitudes would lead to this. If it got out of hand, she'd take care of them, though she wouldn't kill them. She had grown to care about some, and the rest were valuable, after all.
The Supreme mistress sat in her throne, comfortable and reclined; awaiting for her subjects.