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Fantasy i am the villain

Vilina Tremayne
The Animal Whisperer
The Palace Ballroom




In all honesty, she had half expected the Duke to reject her offer for a dance. After all, how many girls had he likely turned down just on his way to speak with the prince? A handsome bachelor like him must have been inundated with offers, each one dismissed with effortless charm. So why had he accepted hers? The question lingered. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sting as she mentally chastised herself. She had walked right into this situation, forsaking her better judgment in a fleeting moment of boldness.

Now, with his hand extended and his golden eyes fixed on her, she couldn’t back out - not without looking foolish. What was his game? And worse, why did she feel like a pawn in it?

At this point, the only thing saving her was her body’s muscle memory - a reluctant gift from years of her mother forcing her to practice dances for invitations that rarely came. Her hand rested lightly in his, her steps guided by his confident lead. Her movements were smooth, graceful even, but only because her body knew what to do better than her mind did in the moment.

With every turn, her eyes darted around, scanning the room for an escape. With every whisk, she silently prayed for some divine intervention to pluck her out of the predicament she had, admittedly, caused herself. Surely, if she’d been granted a second chance at life, they could’ve also thrown in teleportation or invisibility - something, anything, to get her out of this mess.

People always say to keep friends close and enemies closer, but surely they didn’t mean hand-in-hand, dancing through a crowded ballroom. And they definitely didn’t mean strolling through his estate’s flower garden together. Vilina had only offered the dance as a means of distraction, a ploy to keep him from speaking too much. Who even talks during a waltz? In her memories, they were usually silent affairs. Of course, now that she thought about it, perhaps the other men she’d danced with had been more inclined toward silence because of the rumors.

Yes, the rumors. Those rumors.

Apparently, her frequent trips into the forest with Mishka hadn’t gone unnoticed. A noblewoman visiting a bear one too many times wasn’t exactly the picture of propriety. It didn’t take long for the whispers to start, murmurs that she wasn’t just fond of nature but that she kept a pet bear.

The thought made her stifle a groan as she tried to focus on the present - on the Duke’s ever watchful eyes and the way his words flowed too smoothly, like he was carefully measuring every syllable. She had too much to think about, and frankly, not nearly enough brain power to iron out the crinkles in her head. Distracted by her own swirling thoughts, she didn’t even notice the change in the advisor’s tone until his sudden boldness pulled her back to reality. Love?

In her shock, she missed a step, her heel coming down squarely onto his foot with an audible stomp. She felt the impact through her shoe, but her mind was too boggled by his words to register much else. Her lips parted slightly, not to apologize, but to form some sort of response - though none came. And truthfully, she wasn’t even sure if she would’ve apologized. Her brow furrowed as she blinked up at him, her mind grinding to a halt. What did he just say?

Before she could process it, her body was twirled outward with one graceful sweep of his arm, the motion leaving her momentarily disoriented. As she spun back toward him, the music swelled, drowning out her already fragmented thoughts. Surely, she wasn’t hearing correctly.

Reality was cruel. No matter how prepared she thought she was, it always struck harder, deeper, and more unexpectedly than she could brace for. She’d told herself she was ready, that she’d steeled herself for whatever this world might throw at her. But each word he spoke, each step she took, felt like slipping further into an ocean of doubt. She was sinking, the surface a distant shimmer she could no longer reach.

She hadn’t introduced herself, hoping anonymity would shield her. Yet, when he whispered her name - softly, intimately - it sent chills down her spine. The utterance was as unsettling as it was deliberate, as though he were peeling back the veil she’d so carefully draped over herself.

How did he know? And, more importantly, what else did he know?

He was far more clever than she could’ve anticipated - every attempt she made to conceal her intentions or put distance between them, he trampled over effortlessly. He was a powerful enemy. But potentially, an even more powerful ally. The thought was as tempting as it was dangerous.

Even in a game of chess, a pawn could ascend to a queen, and the king could find himself reprimanded by the most unassuming piece on the board. His offer tarried in Vilina’s mind as the music slowed, the song drawing near its conclusion. With a subtle tug on his arm, she pulled him close; closer than the other pairs still gliding across the floor.

She leaned in, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. “On one condition."

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile brimming into a grin sharp. Maybe, just maybe, she could save herself yet.

“But let us discuss on another date. I expect an invitation in the mail." With that, she stepped away as the final note of the waltz faded into silence, leaving him with her words - and her challenge - lingering in the air.
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Virgil Parlton





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Virgil gave Adelaide a discerning look, scanning her for lingering signs of fatigue. Emotionally, she seemed to be in good spirits which would be enough for him to hold his tongue.

He disallowed his muscles from tensing when Adelaide asked whether or not she ought to lead the dance that he'd neglected. From across the room he could see the King and Queen gazing with hidden impatience.

For those unfamiliar with his parents, they'd assume his mother was looking with interest but Virgil learned very early that her left raised brow denoted indignation and her half-parted lips gating a thousand insults. Right beside her was his father with eyes that could cut diamonds. There was neither happiness nor displeasure, but rather a question: are you deferring your brother control of the room? No, he came to her specifically because they needed to keep up appearances; being named the heir of the kingdom didn't mean he could sit idly.

"Yes, of course Lady Adelaide."
Virgil nodded and took her hand.
"It would be remiss of me to miss a dance with you."


The two left their seats, drawing the prying eyes of the public. Above them, the fairy lights seemed to brighten as if guiding their path to the center of the dance floor. Virgil wrapped his arm around her back, taking the lead right as the next song started. Just as with swordplay, the crown prince practiced the waltz more times than he could remember. Each step was a measured movement and turn, a parry to his partner's attempt to step on him response.

With a better partner he would have enjoyed consuming the dance floor, but this ball was not a competition. This was a showcase of Parlton's next generation: Virgil and Adelaide, Sirius and Lacia, and all the other nobles looking for a partner. This was him showing the King and Queen he was fit to be the face of the kingdom. He kept his eyes on Adelaide, cautious for any missteps.

"Lean on me if you feel yourself growing unsteady, Lady Adelaide."
Virgil whispered before twirling her around,
"I'd hate to see you fall."



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"What was that?"
The Goddess and The Demon Princess were the first too notice, their magic being the most sensitive towards darkness. It started with dark tendrils slowly drifting through the cracks in the closed ballroom door, invisible to the naked eye, before the door was burst open frame shattering with the impact. Guards lay strewn across the ground behind them as demons started too pour through the door.

It wasn't an army, maybe only twenty or so, but for a bunch of unarmed civilians with no magic, it felt like hundreds. They were lesser demons, powerful enough too take down trained guards, but none of the strongest soldiers the demon had among them.

Screams tore through the ballroom, The General's powerful voice ringing among them barking orders towards his guard. With no weapons being allowed in the ballroom, the group was at a loss.

This was the start of something new for our girls, this hadn't been apart of the original game. It had just ended up with our main heroine meeting the boys, not a blood bath. It was starting too be more apparent to the girls that the story was starting too change, especially due to the fact that Maria Woodcrest was nowhere too be found.





























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"I'll be alright, your highness."
Adelaide hummed softly, focusing on her steps as she allowed him too guide them across the floor, turning with ease as he spun her. In her previous life she had two left feet and a horrible sense of balance, and dancing was basically out of the question, but Adelaide was different. Though still clumsy, she had been trained from a very young age and so it was complete muscle memory for her. Though as they danced, a ominous feeling started too claw it's way at her heart.

"Virgil."
She choked out as they turned once more. Dark tendrils were curling from underneath the door behind them and panic bloomed in her chest. She stopped, hand gripping his arm as she stared at the door.

"Darkness. A lot of it."
Her eyes wandered towards Lacia who also seemed too have noticed something off. Not even a second later the door shattered, splintered wood littering the floor. Adelaide gasped, feet glued to the floor as she watched the creatures pour through the door stepping over the mangled bodies of the guards behind them. She gripped his arm gently, using the slight bitter cold too ground her as her eyes quickly scanned the ballroom again. Screams echoed through the hall as nobles panicked around them. Adelaide quickly turned towards him, laying a gentle hand on his chest. Her eyes glowed as she focused and soon the gem on his jacket faintly glowed.

"It'll protect you in the case we get separated."
It wasn't technically anything that would protect him, it was more of a buff. It'd help him be a little stronger then he originally had been, while also making sure Adelaide could keep tabs and make sure he wasn't injured. It hadn't even dawned on her yet that this hadn't been a plot point in the game, her instincts too survive kicking in full force.

Her thoughts were broken by two looming shadows, the dread in her heart growing as they locked in on her and Virgil. She slowly backed up, letting go of Virgil's arm as she reached out for any sort of weapon she could find around her. While Virgil could manipulate ice and use it offensively, her light was mostly defensive. She wasn't much use unless she was helping out somebody. Though, she had been secretly learning how too use the bow on days she could sneak out, there wasn't any weapons in the hall for her too use.

"You stab, I blind. Got it?"
She didn't have time for politeness, or for him to even answer. One of her hands leaned up, quickly covering his eyes. One of the demons launched forward and she steeled herself, the discarded server tray she had found now in hand. She managed too barely dodge it's outstretched claws, her free hand coming up and light burst straight into it's face, making it stagger backwards groaning in pain. She pulled her hand from Virgil's eyes, bringing up the tray with both hands and swinging it at the second demon coming their way trying too buy enough time for him too deal with the first.



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the demon princess.





‎ Lacia Arcaela Ataraxia Rosegrave



































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Before Lacia could receive an answer to her compliment, a sudden shudder coursed down her spine. Her gaze immediately shot to the grand doors of the ballroom, her expression hardening in an instant. The once warm and festive ball now buzzed with a strange, growing unease that felt like the pins and needles of numbness. From beneath the thick, solid oak doors, tendrils of dark mist began to coil and writhe like serpentine fingers, searching for something…anything…to latch onto. The temperature in the room plummeted, the very air thick with an ominous chill. In the span of a heartbeat, everything shifted. One moment, the evening had felt almost dreamlike; the next, it was consumed by chaos.

“Oh fuc—”
Lacia’s curse was cut off by a sharp, terrifying sound of an explosion shattering the air with the force of a bomb going off. The door splintered into jagged shards of pieces large and small; even the marble floors bore spiderwebs of destruction. Screams of panic erupted in unison, mingling with the deafening roar of their new hellish guests.

Lacia’s gaze flickered beyond the wreckage. She saw the crumpled bodies of guards strewn across the floor, the remnants of their valiant but futile defense against the oncoming assault. The attackers— demons…emerged from the shadows, their forms massive and twisted, yet unrelenting.

"I guess that’ll be a ‘no’ on the dance then,"
the Demoness muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with disdain as she turned to Sirius, the Second Prince.
"I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I would strongly suggest you evacuate as many of the guests as possible.”
Her gaze locked with his and in that fleeting moment, all semblance of warmth vanished. The tentative bridge between them evaporated, replaced with a hardened resolve to get to work. In her rose-hued eyes flickered something deeper— something primal. Fear…but not the kind most would expect. Lacia did not fear for her own life, nor for the demons who now prowled the ballroom. No, her fear was of something far more insidious that was likely brewing with each passing second: the consequences, the aftermath of this madness. There would no doubt be trouble coming her way but she could not afford to dwell on that now while lives were at stake.

"Good luck."
Without another word, Lacia turned her back on him, her purple hair fluttering in the sharpness of her movement, and strode toward the center of the room, her every step exuding a silent power that seemed to draw the very shadows toward her.

Her arms rose, hands outstretched, palms facing outward, and the air seemed to pulse with anticipation. The dark realm was her domain— her mastery over shadow, over the unseen, had been forged through centuries of blood and power before she was even born. Lacia was made to rule over that which played upon the nerves…unsettling anyone who dwelled just a little too long within it. Every patch of darkness in the room— every forgotten corner, every flicker of shade— responded to her command. The shadows writhed and shivered as if alive, twisting and rippling, drawn to her like moths to a flame.

In a single, fluid motion, the darkness coalesced around her, forming a shroud of living smoke. It curled and undulated around her form, a swirling fog that billowed out like the breath of some great, ancient beast.

"Arcaelus,"
Lacia intoned, her voice low and commanding, yet tinged with an undeniable power.
"Protect the King and Queen."


Her words were barely finished before a portal of black and blue spiraled open behind the royal thrones. The air seemed to bend and hum with ancient magic as a haunting, otherworldly sound echoed from the rift— like the thunderous gallop of a mighty beast. From the swirling vortex emerged a creature of nightmare: a massive, obsidian-black horse with wings that gleamed like polished onyx, feathers as dark as a midnight raven, and eyes that burned with an infernal red glow. A single, spiraling horn crowned its brow and as it stomped onto the ballroom floor, the sound of its hooves striking stone rang out like the tolling of doom itself. The unicorn spread its vast, glimmering wings, and positioned itself before the King and Queen as if to shield them from the very forces of hell. A plume of dark smoke escaped its nostrils and its eyes blazed with an undeniable fire from within— it was ready to obey, to protect, to destroy.

Above Lacia’s head, two curling wisps of smoke gathered and began to twist, shaping themselves into wickedly sharp horns that curved back like those of a demon Lord. Her eyes glowed with a molten intensity, their rose hue now alight with the power she wielded. She did not know the reason behind this sudden invasion or the purpose of the demon’s involvement, but one thing was certain: she would not rest until she had uncovered the truth. She would find their master.

Arms still raised, Lacia brought them slowly down to her sides, closing her fists with deliberate precision. The very air seemed to thrum with the pressure of her growing power.

“I am L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ǎ̴̯̀͠c̵̛̥͊i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǎ̴̯̀͠ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅǎ̴̯̀͠r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ǎ̴̯̀͠x̵̢̝̹̘͖͖̜̩̝͗̽́̑͗͋i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǎ̴̯̀͠…and you will k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ before me.”


Her voice did not simply reach the ears of those present— it shook the very atmosphere. To any human, the words would have been no more than an inaudible whisper, but to those with even a drop of supernatural essence, her words were a commanding force of nature. They resonated through the bones and souls of all who could hear it, a rumbling that seemed to shake the foundations of the world itself. Her True Voice, the very essence of her dominance, rang through the room, echoing with an authority so immense it felt as though the heavens themselves would bow before her. To the demons, her words were not a plea or a command— they were the irrevocable decree of a ruler...of the Princess of Hell.

"Your Princess d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅ it."


The air seemed to quiver with the weight of her power and in an instant, some of the demons fell to their knees in submission, weapons dropped to the floor. Others, however, did not relent so easily. Their eyes burned with fury, their forms contorting with defiance as their master’s hold over them remained intact. Lacia was not one to be challenged by denizens of her True Domain— her eyes never wavered as she locked onto those who dared to resist.

They would kneel. They would bow. Or they would be crushed and their master’s plan foiled.

Lacia would make sure of it.










 
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Calliope Salacia
The Mermaid​

There was a palpable silence as he makes that statement, a slight blush creeping up her neck. She then breaks out into a small fit of laughter, the liquid going back into the glass. “Oh, I don’t doubt a night in the sea would be far more interesting than this. But it’s required of me as Lord Salacia’s daughter, and-“

She doesn’t finish her sentence, as theres a loud ‘boom’ and a piece of the grand doors frame flies over the terrace next to them. Calliope jumps a mile high, knocking her glass over the terrace before looking to Marinus. “I retract my earlier statement.” Before she’s pushing through the doors into the grand ballroom. It’s absolute havoc. The dressed up guests are panicking, cowering behind tables or running behind columns, all to get away from the terrifying demons before them. Their twisting, dark forms remind her of watching a whale-fall, where all manner of dark creatures come out to play.

“What the hell?” It’s an exclamation and a question as she looks to the crowd. Lacia, she sees, has already reacted. Her stallion guards the queen and king, not that this surprises her. Lacia will likely get blamed for this. However, Adelaide and Virgil already seem to be fighting together, with Adelaide looking like Rapunzel wielding a kitchen tool for a weapon.

A scream echo’s to her left, and Calliope turns to see a demon approaching the mother and daughter that gave such a pang to her heart not even an hour ago. Her heart slams in her chest, chest tightening at the thought of the creature hurting them. She reacts on instinct alone; Calliope’s instincts. Spotting the first liquid she could (A rather large bowl of pink punch), and bending it towards the creature. As it reaches for the women, Calliope slices it’s hand, causing the creature to howl in shock.

Before either can react further, Lacia’s voice shakes the room. Calliopes blood runs cold as ice, her head turning to the demon princess. Wow. She was not happy. The woman’s eyes were violent towards the demons, ordering them to stop or face the consequences. Suddenly, something pings in Emily’s brain. This… wasn’t supposed to happen yet. This was the day the protagonist was meant to attend the ball, and begin her journey. There were no demons yet… what was happening?
 










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Virgil acted before he spoke. The moment he heard Adelaide's words, he pulled her to his chest and scanned the room for the source of the billowy tendrils. Was it dark magic? A demon? He glanced towards Lacia, an inkling of suspicion forming beneath the surface. Are they a part of your horde? he wanted to ask until the doors broke open. Demons flooded the ballroom, breaking furniture, blocking exits, and ravaging every human they could find. Even those with battle experience were shaking, most focused on fleeing rather than defending. He barely noticed the glow of Adelaide's magic upon his chest, far too busy with getting the attention of his guards.

"Mobilize the remaining knights, I want you to evacuate all citizens to the throne room and lock the doors. Berthold, find Marinus and have him rally the navy."
Virgil commanded to towards those to closest to him.
"Lady Adelaide, we should get you to safety."


"You stab, I blind. Got it?"

Reflexively, he brushed her hand away but quickly closed his eyes when he heard her words. Claws scraped against the floor as the light faded from the slits between her fingers and his jewel shined once more.

In the years they'd spent together he rarely saw her fight; all of her experience was in the archery range--swinging so powerfully should have been beyond the capabilities of her small frame. Where had she been hiding this strength all these years? Why had she never told him?

Virgil ducked away from her, creating a blade made of ice and swiveled towards the staggering monster she blinded. A single slash brought it to its knees while the other cleaved the beast in half. He turned to Adelaide, giving her a nod.
"Please, be careful."


He dashed on top of the nearest table before raising his free hand. Ice coalesced behind him, forming a ring of javelins behind his back. Between the shimmering from Adelaide's enchantment and his glistening ice, light refracted in every direction and drew the attention of those not already engaged in combat.
"Parltons, organize yourselves! Do not let monsters overtake your hearts with fear. If you can use your feet then help your neighbor to their feet. If you can pick up a weapon escort your neighbor to the throne room, If you can fight, then fight for our kingdom!"


Shattering with a shrill KSHHK, icicles flew across the ballroom and embedded themselves into any demon unlucky enough to glance in his direction.

"For Parlton!" Fear turned to fervor in the wake of his words with citizens scrambling for improvised weaponry.

Would it be enough? He shook his head as he lengthened his blade with the half-finished wine on the table. Everyone's mixed levels of training skewed them closer to a levy than an infantry as most noblemen's experiences consisted of recreational training or part-time military service. Many of the attendees who stayed to fight would die, but at least they'll die with honor--or so he told himself.

The best strategy would be having Marinus dispatch reinforcements while Adelaide, and his brother contained the invasion. But where was he? Virgil searched the area for billowing flames, relieved that he hadn't yet torched the venue. Where Virgil was a scalpel, Sirius was a scythe. Without any shackles he could raze entire fields; however, in an area with so many humans to avoid, his restraint hampered his defenses.

Virgil hopped off the table and ran towards Sirius, impaling an oncoming demon.

"You're losing your touch, brother,"
Virgil shouted towards the pyromancer.
"a year ago you would have turned him to ash."


Unfortunately Virgil wasn't without his own blind spot, unaware of a lesser demon descending upon him.



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At Lacia's bellow, she froze hands clutching the now bent tray in her hands. The second demon lay at her feet, and the sight of him was enough too make her feel sick but she didn't have time too think about it. She had barely even noticed Virgil had run off, her eyes quickly scanning for her brother. Noah pushed through the crowd of nobles, rushing towards her side unaware of the looming presence behind him in his haste.

"Noah, move!"
She shouted, rushing forward and grabbing an unused wine glass as she ran. Noah quickly dodged too the side and she slammed the glass against the demon's cheek. It roared, large claws rearing back ready too strike. Though, the demon froze seconds after, pain still blooming in her side. It was a stabbing pain, some of the worst she had ever felt and oddly... cold? She hadn't been paying any attention too Virgil and his decree, nor had she thought about the icicles now raining down upon the demons. It had seemed like the one now fully embedded in her side was meant for the demon in front of her, and even it looked a bit surprised at the friendly fire that had appeared on the ballroom floor.

"Adelaide?" Noah shouted over the screams around her, rushing forward but she thrust a hand out stopping him in his tracks. The demon advanced on them once again, the confusion turning into rage again as he swung his claws. Adelaide barely managed too dodge, hand reaching for the icicle now poking from her side. Her eyes were starting too blur, and the lights around her seemed too start drifting towards her desperate too keep herself standing for a bit longer so she could keep her brother safe. Noah had grabbed her discard tray, bashing the demon across the face. The demon reared towards him and it bought her enough time too grip the icicle hard, the cold making her hands burn as she ripped it from her side.

"You probably should've left that in-" Adelaide drowned out her brother's voice. Despite the pain she could feel a small warmth, her healing magic starting its work on the deep wound but she didn't have time too give it a full chance. With the demon's back turned, she thrust the icicle into it's back as hard as she could despite the tremble in her hands from the cold. The demon howled in pain before falling in a heap at their feet. Adelaide glanced down, her dress now stained with blood, partially her own and partially the demons she had fought. Her mother was so going too kill her if she made out of this alive. She dropped the icicle too the ground, chest heaving as she fell too her knees beside the demon.

"Go find.. Lady Lacia, she will protect everyone."
She could faintly hear her brother's voice yelling her name before everything went black.




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Alder Llewyn
the advisor
The silver-haired wolf revealed a small glimpse of her sharpened fangs, passive and aloof but not without the threat of a bite. Simply by nature of being the initiator, he’d revealed that there was something he desired of her, leaving room for negotiation. Things would go his way, but on her terms, she almost seemed to say. As for whether her “condition” was a mere pawn’s bravado or the challenge of a worthy opponent attempting to even out the playing field, he could only anticipate her opening move on their next meeting. Like an elusive vernal breeze, she slipped from his grasp, leaving only the traces of the warm breath that had brushed past the shell of his ear. And the sting of a bruised foot. Finally released from their tense waltz of manufactured harmony, Alder gingerly flexed the toes of his right foot to check that nothing was broken. He nearly muttered a curse under his breath but managed to keep his mask steady, forlorn and following the trail of his “beloved” with an expectant gaze. Given how hard she’d twisted her heel into his shoe, however, that simple task became more difficult than usual. Had it not been for the clear astonishment his proposal had drawn out from her, he would’ve easily believed the noblewoman held a personal vendetta against him. The loud crack of heavy wood splintering under a large force ripped Alder’s attention away from the receding back of Vilina. What followed the previous waltz wasn’t a lively minuet but a deadly march of a score of demons intent on tearing through whoever stood in their way. Screams echoed the din of tables and trays of food being thrown about, and all semblance of order quickly collapsed. A flash of heat touched the side of his cheek, and Alder bit his tongue to hold back another swear as he witnessed a poorly aimed bolt of flame fly past a demon and nearly nail one of the servants attempting to scurry away from danger. When he turned his head, however, the culprit was a lowly Baron he vaguely recognized instead of the reckless second prince of Parlton. Sparing no time for propriety, he snatched up the man’s wrist in a vice grip and hissed.
“Escape to the throne room with the others.”
The amalgam of fear and inebriation made for a dangerous combination, whether it be the civilians stumbling their way through the panicked crowd or those doing more harm and good by attempting to fight when they didn’t know how. Of those trained in martial arts or in possession of magic, how many were able bodied and of a resilient enough mind to lend their aid? Though Alder knew he should be asking himself that question. Fighting to regain his composure past his dry throat and palms stiffened from the cold touch of fear, he briskly tracked down the tall blonde barking orders to his men.
“General Delmar,”
Alder said, tone brusque and lacking any traces of his inner turmoil. Furtively but as thoroughly as he could from four meters away, the blonde searched for traces of inebriation in the general’s face and actions. Before he could approach the man, one of the demonic beings in the room let out a shout as it charged in their direction. Its guttural roar shook the air and rattled his bones, triggering Alder to wildly look about the room for something. Anything, so long as it was subtle enough that no one could prove it was his doing but large enough to make an impact. As the ringing in Alder’s ears died down, he heard a creak from above. Without another thought, he gave the object in his peripheral a sharp twist with his magic. Crystals swayed hypnotically as the golden chandelier trembled, and metal groaned before snapping with a sudden twang. Just as the blonde made a move as if he were prepared to jump out of the demon’s way, the metal chain above broke away from the base of the chandelier affixed to the ceiling. Gravity pulled the large lighting fixture away from its original position, crashing down upon the incoming demon as it passed underneath the falling object’s path. Glass shattered, followed by the cacophony of crystals noisily clinking against metal and the dull thump of the demon’s body being crushed against polished marble. Instinctively, Alder’s mind began to calculate the approximate cost of the commissioning and installation of the brand new chandelier, but he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to cry over the national budget. With a flick of a finger, four of the knives messily strewn across the floor shakily floated from the ground and into his awaiting hand. Their edges were blunt and made for poor weapons, but they would make do. It would be enough to aim for an eye or two while remaining in compliance with the handful of omissions he’d made regarding how his magic worked.
“The King and Queen have been secured,”
Alder finally informed General Delmar.
“How many guards were stationed along the castle’s perimeter?”
How long would they need to hold out for? Should he retreat and stay out of the way or lend his aid? He just hoped that their nearest resources were enough reinforcement to make it through this ordeal. Given no complications, he estimated that it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. However, the question was, was this the only force the demons had sent? What of the city? Alder whipped a concerned gaze in a familiar direction. What of Lady Vilina?
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Sirius Parlton
The Hot Head
At the request for a dance, the blonde was only able to give his acquaintance a clear face of discomfort and slight annoyance. While the second prince was a skilled dancer, the reason behind his skill always left a bitter taste in his mouth. The days where he actually enjoyed dancing, usually with his mother, his dancing tutor and other noble children, were long gone. Like childhood dreams, whatever belief of love and friendship that he had had shattered over time when they were proven to be false and fragile. If she had asked outside a public event, he would have probably said yes. But at the annual ball? With the King and Queen evaluating their pawns? No. Fortunately or unfortunately, before he could refuse, the demon princess’ expression suddenly changed. But before he could ask her what was wrong, everything descended into chaos. And if he hadn’t already been looking at her prior to the mayhem, he might have assumed that she may have been the cause of it. Whether it would be on accident or on purpose. It would not have been the first time that someone proved that friendly relations are as fragile as glass. But seeing determination and yet something akin to fear in her eyes, he decided to trust in their past rather than what ifs for once. Instead of answering, Sirius grabbed a young panicking noble who was running the wrong way and left Lacia to her specialty with a brisk nod. He shoved the other guests along in one direction while keeping demon stragglers at bay with warning lashes and bursts of flames. He felt annoyingly stifled. If he didn’t have so many people and furniture to avoid, he could have just fought back without a care. Instead, he was left with kicking tables into demons and warning swipes of weakened fire. And throwing the occasional child or teen at a responsible-looking adult. It was while he was snatching another sobbing child who was left behind in the chaos from under a dinner table by the back of their jacket, that he suddenly felt a swipe and chill at his back. Before he could even swing a fist behind himself, a familiar voice tauntingly shouted at him. "You're losing your touch, brother. A year ago you would have turned him to ash." Child still in hand, the pyromancer made a disgruntled and annoyed face before turning to his brother.
“Haha. Very funny, brother. You know EXACTLY why that’s a terrible idea–”
But too soon, Sirius’ eyes widened as the two (or three) were interrupted by another lesser demon that was rushing towards Virgil’s back. With no time for a verbal warning, he grabbed his brother’s front collar with his unoccupied hand and yanked towards himself. With both hands occupied, the pyromancer gave up and launched a flamethrower spell at the demon’s head. All while cursing under his breath. The angled beam of concentrated but volatile flames didn’t hit any humans or furniture but definitely hit the ceiling near one of the golden chandeliers. And the kid in his grasp passed out with one look at the decapitated demon’s corpse. And of course the chandelier snapped and fell. It didn’t fall on a human. But it still fell after his flames hit the ceiling. Fortunately, the flames burnt out against the stony ceiling before it could do more damage.
“Before you say a fucking word. Remember I did that to save your ass.”
Fabrikator.Nova Fabrikator.Nova (mentioned)
Nano Nano (adjacent???? chandeliered)
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the demon princess.





‎ Lacia Arcaela Ataraxia Rosegrave



































Moonlight Sonata

















mood

Furious || Frustrated || Restrained






location

The Grand Ballroom










mentions

Adelaide ;; Calliope
















Lacia's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding chaos, each demon that fell driving a jagged spike of grief deep into her heart. With every life extinguished she could feel the tremor of their souls dissipating but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. To intervene would mean risking the lives of the innocent souls scattered throughout the ballroom. The demons, while fierce and relentless, were not the true instigators of this attack. They were mere puppets, shackled and enslaved by a malevolent force with unknown intentions other than to send a pointed threat to the kingdom of Parlton. Yet, it was they who would bear the brunt of the blame…and it was she who had no choice but to fight on the human’s behalf.

With a heavy heart, the Demoness turned her attention to the chaos surrounding her. The ballroom was now a war zone and its defenders were barely holding their ground. The forces available inside were disorganized, scrambling to act in whatever manner they could, and their efforts lacked the coordination and skill necessary to turn the tide of battle. They needed a real fighting force and Parlton’s army was surely on the way. Lacia knew, without a doubt, that Parlton's fate was in peril but she was not one to let the weak falter without trying to rectify the wrongs.

It was with a bitter sense of inevitability that she raised her palms toward the marble floor, her fingers spread wide. She called upon the dark forces of Hell itself —her forces— to join the fray. The air seemed to shudder with a dark promise as shadows writhed and slithered beneath her command. Her heart ached but her mind was clear: there was no more time for hesitation. She had to protect those who still had a chance to escape and she would use every ounce of power at her disposal to do so.

The ballroom erupted into further pandemonium as events unfolded with terrifying speed. The Crown Prince, his eyes narrowed with steely resolve, barked commands, urging those capable of fighting to take action. A series of ice spears flew from his outstretched hand, cleaving through the air like shards of frozen wrath…but fate ultimately had a different course in mind. One of the spears veered off track, slicing through the air and finding its mark in the side of Adelaide, the Prince’s fiancée. Lacia’s breath caught in her throat.

Before she could complete her summoning or rush to Adelaide’s side, she found herself suddenly surrounded. Guards, their faces twisted in varying shades of anger and fear, and members of the church, their eyes wide with panic and distrust, closed in around her. Their expressions were a mixture of accusation and terror— every glare of accusation aimed squarely at her.

"This is YOUR doing!" one of the guards shouted, his voice quivering with righteous fury.

"We must kill their leader!" another man cried, lifting his weapon.

"She has bewitched the Prince!" a third added, his voice thick with suspicion and hatred.

"Take her!" came a command, one that was met with murmurs of agreement.

Lacia remained eerily still as their words cut through the frenzied air, her hands rising in a slow, deliberate gesture of surrender. Despite the anger directed at her, her gaze remained fixed on Adelaide, her heart heavy with a mixture of frustration and determination. She knew, with every fiber of her being, that now was not the time for these misguided reproach.

"I understand your fear,"
she spoke with calm authority, her voice carrying over the rising din.
"But this is NOT the time for ignorance!"
Her eyes narrowed, unwavering in their intensity.
"Let me do what I—"


Her plea was cut short by the brutal crack of a sword hilt against the back of her head. Stars exploded in her vision as pain bloomed at the base of her skull all the way up to her temples which throbbed so terribly that it made her nauseous. The impact sent shockwaves through her, her body sprawling onto the marble floor as her mind struggled to stay anchored in consciousness.

With a ragged breath, Lacia pushed herself to her hands and knees, the cold hardness of the floor keeping her tethered to the present. Her head swam, the room tilting dangerously to one side but even as her vision blurred, her instincts kicked in just in time to alert to impending danger. The glint of steel in the air was unmistakable— swords descending upon her and fast. Lacia yelped, her hands instinctively coming up to try and at least grab one of the blades that cut deeply into her palms while the other buried itself just below her collarbone.

Dizzy, in pain, and with the blade slipping in her grasp, the Demoness let out a growl of frustration. Blood steadily trickled down her hands, its slippery warmth making it ever more difficult to maintain her grip on the blade hovering ominously above her heart. Each drop, each crimson streak, worsened her already tenuous control, threatening to betray her at the worst possible moment. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, its frantic rhythm matching the intensifying clash around her. The energy within the room shifted in a nearly imperceptible manner to those without infernal heritage: the demons were reacting to her blood.

“You are… making… A HUGE FUCKING MISTAKE—”
Lacia’s voice seethed between gritted teeth, each syllable dripping with malice and pain as the air around her thrummed with the gathering shadows. In a split second, the darkness that had been swirling around her —waiting, biding its time— shot forth, surging back to their rightful places around the room. The massive figures looming above her, faces contorted with rage, cast their own long, twisted shadows right above her.. Her eyes flared with an infernal glow, her teeth bared in a snarl of pure, unadulterated fury. In that moment, her form melded with the shadows cast, vanishing into their dark abyss. The swords above her descended upon empty air, their tips striking only the cold, unforgiving marble beneath where she just lay.

Lacia emerged from the shadows beside Adelaide and the boy, blood still very much dripping from her wounds– a reminder of the consequences of misplaced rage and willful ignorance. Two massive demons, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger, began to approach the trio. Their eyes were fixed on the Princess, the unmistakable gleam of deadly intent flashing within them as they barreled towards her. Lacia’s fury, boiling like magma beneath her skin, was palpable and it made them hesitate— just enough to give her the upper hand.

‘Arcaelus, find Calliope. Tell her to come immediately. The Prince’s fiancée is injured— she needs tending before we can move her. Do it now. Do it quickly.’
Lacia’s voice was laced with unyielding authority as she turned her attention to the advancing demonic guards. With a flick of her wrist, blood spilled from her palm, droplets flying towards the approaching demons, striking them with a crimson splash. The power in her blood was undeniable— it was an anchor, a tether to control and a reminder from where they came. While the demons were under someone else’s command, her blood was a key that unlocked their subjugation. The moment it touched them, Lacia reclaimed them, bending them to her will in an instant.

“Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝f̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘. P̷̛̛̛̩̺͇̊̅̍͂͗͑͐̎̂̏̐̐r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝c̵̛̥͊t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ. With… your… L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔V̵̧͖͙̲̯̞͇̲͔̤͊̔͌͂͆͑́́̑͒͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂,”
she commanded. Her horns, thick and smoking, spiraled upwards from her head once more, black and curling with a quiet majesty even in the midst of her wrath. Her eyes, once a gentle pink, darkened to a blood-red hue, glowing with fierce intensity.
“Fail me, and these will be your last moments.”


Her True Voice rang out, sending a tremor through the ground beneath them, shaking the marble floors, as though the castle itself recoiled from the force of her words. The demons faltered.

•┈••✦ ✞ ✦••┈•​

Meanwhile, the winged unicorn Arcaelus, charged across the room with a purpose, his massive wings unfurling with a swift, powerful motion. He had been summoned by Lacia and he was eager to fulfill her command, feeling the seething anger that surged in her wake. Each beat of his hooves was filled with a sense of deep, visceral urgency. He promised himself that he would make those responsible for harming his Master pay dearly— one life for every drop of her blood spilled…but first, he had to carry out her will.

Passing behind a towering stone pillar, Arcaelus shifted swiftly into his human form, his ethereal wings folding into the darkness in stark contrast to the shock of white hair atop his head. He located Calliope with predatory precision, moving toward her with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Upon reaching her, he revealed a glowing rune on the back of his hand— a mark of infernal origin. The runes pulsed with demonic energy and though it was probably unlikely that Calliope could understand their infernal language, he did what he could to identify himself to her with an imploring look in his eyes.

“Lacia sent me to find you— it is urgent. The Prince’s fiancée is gravely injured. She needs immediate attention to stabilize her before we can move her,” Arcaelus said quickly, gesturing in the direction of Adelaide, who lay unconscious and vulnerable. “We must hurry—”

His words were abruptly interrupted as a demon, its claws massive and jagged like iron talons, descended upon them with an overhead strike and a guttural roar. Arcaelus was poised to intervene, his hand reaching up to block, but the demon completely froze mid-swing. A brief shudder wracked its body, and then, to Arcaelus’ surprise, the creature turned its claws inward and drove them deep into its own chest with brutal finality.

Arcaelus’ red gaze flicked upward, eyes widening as he saw the cause of the demon’s sudden demise. Lacia stood there, her outstretched hand the source of the creature’s abrupt end. A cruel, thick chain was wrapped tight around her neck and held at either end by miserable souls from the church and the Guard who would surely let go if they only knew how much danger they were in by holding her captive. The Princess’ form was surrounded by a dark aura, the aftermath of her True Voice still lingered in the air, echoing with the weight of her will:

“Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝,”
she uttered, her voice a harbinger of destruction that saw to the end of the demon that tried to attack Calliope and Arcaelus.

“Hurry–” He urged again.











 
Calliope Salacia
The Mermaid​


Within all the chaos, the fighting, and the blood, Calliope had to focus on just one demon. As she sliced it’s hand to prevent it from harming the mother and daughter, it howled in anger, turning to her. It’s shadowed, clawed arm lunged for her, and in a moment of instinct she cut again, it’s hand hitting the floor as her pink water knife mercilessly ‘unhanded’ it. Calliope gasped for air, anxiety tight in her chest and stomach. The creature screamed, howling like a beast of old before lunging at Calliope. She sent the water flying up, slicing the beasts chest and neck wide open. It’s body hit the floor with a ‘slam’, and it’s black inky body looked like it stained the ends of her dress.

In a deep, shaky breath, Calliope drops the liquid on the ground. Her adrenaline had taken over, and was still swirling in her chest. There wasn’t too much water in the ballroom- mostly some water jugs for the dancers. Calliope felt it pulse around her, her powers still clawing for a form of defense. The ocean outside the terrace calls even louder, the feeling of her skin burning becomes more prominent. Like her scales were scraping the inside of her skin.

It’s why when a form appears behind her, she jumps a mile high. She picks the punch back up, nearly striking until she recognizes the form. Demon, yes… but with no malice towards her or others. Plus, it had helped Lacia introduced them at one of her tea parties.

“Arcaelus!” Her voice was relieved that this wasn’t another fight for her life. His quick words had her eyes widening, panic rising in her throat. “Adelaide? She’s injured-“

Yet another demon lunged, attempting to take advantage of their unfocused stance. Calliope nearly screamed, if not for its freeze. She looked up, grateful for Lacia, even if the demon clawing its own chest apart was gruesome. Pathing out a way to Adel from where she stood, Calliope dropped the pink punch and reached for one of the large jugs of water, swirling around her in a display of power.

“Take me to them.” She says to Arcaelus, Lacia’s faithful servant shifting back to a unicorn without question. He kneels, and she jumps up to sit sideways to compensate for her dress. They make their way across the ballroom quickly, Calliope cutting off demons from the guests as they run. She’s a sight- hair falling apart, water swarming around her, evidence of violence staining her dress. She’d be surprised if there was a single person who didn’t match her look by the end of tonight. As the unicorn stoped next to the fallen girl, she slid off. Ignoring those around her, including Adel’s crying brother, she held her hands up and swarmed Calliope’s memory.

Her power was never as strong as Adel’s… but it was there. And for now that may be the difference between living and dying. As her hands hold still over Adel’s body, water swarms over the wounds. It seems to shimmer, like sunlight dancing on the ocean. She trusts the others in the area to protect her while she does this work; Adelaide’s life far more important for now.
 
Vilina Tremayne
The Animal Whisperer
The Palace Ballroom





Vilina was ready to leave the ball, her eyes scanning the room in search of her mother. She had done what Lady Tremayne would undoubtedly deem an accomplishment - she had danced with the most eligible bachelor at the ball. Surely, that would be enough to satisfy her mother’s relentless ambitions, at least for the evening. But the invitation to visit the Duke’s estate? That was a different matter altogether. One she wasn’t prepared to share - not yet. Not until she had time to collect her thoughts and figure out her next move.

She smoothed her gown with practiced grace, forcing a pleasant smile onto her lips as she weaved through the throngs of chattering guests. If her mother asked, she would give her just enough to keep her pleased. Anything more would have to wait until Vilina herself had made sense of the situation.

Just as Vilina spotted her mother across the room, a darkness swept through the grand hall. The air turned frigid, the warm glow of the chandeliers dimming as if a shadow had passed over them. Her pale, violet eyes instinctively darted toward the throne, searching for the king’s orders. The room buzzed with tension, guests murmuring and shifting uneasily. Were they to evacuate? Her heartbeat quickened.

But no such command came. Instead, those capable of wielding a blade or magic seemed to be stepping forward, their skills needed for whatever danger loomed. The king and queen, their faces etched with worry, were swiftly ushered out of the hall by a contingent of guards, disappearing behind the heavy oak doors. Vilina’s breath hitched as she glanced back at her mother, torn between running to her side and considering the unspoken implication of the request. She wasn’t a fighter, not in this state, but she couldn’t ignore the chill that ran down her spine.

Demons.

Vilina’s blood ran cold at the realization. She had known of their existence in this world - Virgil’s route had made that much clear. And Lacia, the demon villainess, was a fated presence in Sirius’s story. But as the heroine, Vilina had always been shielded from such direct encounters. The male leads had fought the battles; she had been the one to stand behind them, supporting but never facing the danger head on.

But this was different. This wasn’t a game anymore.

She cursed under her breath, her mind racing. First things first: her mother. Not her real mother, of course, but the body she inhabited seemed to instinctively react, her chest tightening at the thought of Lady Tremayne in harm’s way. Whatever she felt, this woman was the closest thing she had to family in this world. Without hesitation, Vilina moved through the panicked crowd, her gaze locking onto her mother’s figure. She ignored the knot of fear in her stomach as she pushed past frantic guests and servants. If demons were truly here, there was no time to waste. She had to get Lady Tremayne to safety - then, and only then, could she figure out how to navigate the bedlam.

For the most part, Vilina’s focus remained on one thing: escorting her mother out of the venue and into the safety of the crowd of civilians. She pushed forward, her hand firmly grasping Lady Tremayne’s wrist, guiding her through the flock of panicked guests. But as the masses began to bottleneck near the exits, the flow slowed to a frustrating crawl. Bodies pressed together, shuffling forward in an agonizingly slow, disorderly rhythm.

The demons were getting closer.

Vilina clenched her jaw, cursing under her breath. At this rate, we’re not going to make it. She waited a moment, hesitancy gripping her. Then, with a sharp exhale, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up.

“Vilina!” Her mother hissed, horrified. Even in the face of looming death, Lady Tremayne’s priorities seemed unshaken. “Your ankles! What are you-”

“Sorry, Mother.” Vilina muttered, her tone clipped. “But your heart might have to take this one for the sake of your safety."

With little pomp, she revealed the hunting dagger strapped securely around her ankle. She’d kept it with her for moments just like this, knowing full well that her magical abilities were… lacking, to put it mildly. Training had been sparse, and she wasn’t about to bet her life - or her mother’s - on latent powers she couldn’t yet control.

She unsheathed the blade and held it firmly, her grip steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her. Her gaze flicked to her mother, whose shock was evident, but there was no time for explanations. “Stay close. We’re getting out of here, and I’m not letting them touch you.” If she had to carve a path through the chaos, then so be it.

As one of the demons drew closer, its noteably glossy eyes locked onto her, Vilina instinctively held out her arm. She took a steadying breath and closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses, searching the air for a companion she could summon. The familiar pull came swiftly, a connection igniting like a spark in the darkness. Moments later, a falcon swooped down from the rafters, its wings slicing through the air at great speed. Its talons latched onto her outstretched arm, gripping firmly and leaving small marks of mare on her skin. She winced at the sting but welcomed the presence.

In silence, Vilina thrust her arm upward, sending the falcon into the air. The bird launched from its perch, its wings cutting through the space between them and the demon. It closed the distance quickly, looming over the demon’s face with its impressive size, its talons raking and wings flapping furiously to obscure its vision. The demon snarled and stumbled, its glossy eyes flickering as it swiped blindly at the falcon. Using the moment of disorientation to her advantage, Vilina darted behind the creature. She grabbed a fistful of its hair, yanking its head back with a sharp tug. The demon’s guttural roar filled the air, but before it could react further, Vilina dragged her dagger across its throat in one clean motion. And soon, the creature fell to its knees.

Vilina released her grip and stepped back, her chest rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline. The falcon returned to circle above her, its keen eyes scanning for the next threat. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, not realizing how nervous she had been to pull off the attack.

But that was all it was - one attack. As soon as Vilina looked up again, more demons were closing in. Her heart pounded as she turned, shouting to her mother to run with as much force as her lungs would allow. Lady Tremayne, her composed facade shattered, frantically began pushing her way through the crowd. The violence, the chaos - it was too much for her to bear. Vilina didn’t blame her; the terror was getting to her too.

Her gaze locked onto the advancing demons, their grotesque forms moving with unnatural speed and malice. She tightened her grip on the dagger, knowing her small blade wouldn’t be enough this time. She needed more. Something bigger. Stronger.

Her tactic - well, it was the only one she truly had. Her pulse thrummed as she closed her eyes, shutting out the overwhelming din of the ballroom: the clashes of guards fighting tooth and nail to hold down the demoness, Noah’s desperate cries for his sister, the deafening crash of a chandelier falling to the ground.

Darkness enveloped her senses. She reached inward, diving into her mind, navigating the network of familiars she had at her command. It was like a map, one that extended far beyond her physical location. The further she delved, the more animals began to appear as faint white mists, each glowing like a beacon within the vast void.

She moved past smaller creatures, ignoring the faint glimmers of foxes and hawks. She needed something more formidable. Something that could turn the tide. Her breath hitched as her focus sharpened, her search narrowing.

Mishka.

She whispered his name in her mind, calling to the massive bear she’d trusted more than anyone else in this world.

But int he end, she couldn’t find Mishka. The distance was too great causing the connection to become faint. Desperation clawed at her as she quickly shifted her focus, searching for the largest mist of aura nearest to her. Conveniently, it was within the castle walls. Vilina held her breath, her chest tight as the demons advanced. Slowly, she backed up, step by step, until her back pressed against the crowd of frightened attendees. There was nowhere else to go. Her dagger felt almost laughable in her grip, its small blade a pathetic defense against the approaching horde.

The demons snarled, their grotesque forms looming closer. One lunged forward, its jaws snapping inches from her face. She braced herself, her arm darting forward in an instinctual stab - only to find the creature suddenly gone. Her breath hitched, her head snapping side to side in confusion. Where had it gone? Her heart thundered in her chest as her eyes scanned the area.

And then she saw it.

Standing between her and the demons was a massive wolf, its silver fur gleaming under the flickering ballroom lights, its golden eyes. The sheer size of the creature was enough to silence the demons for a moment, their movements faltering as it bared its fangs in a low, guttural growl.

She recognized this wolf. She knew its name.

Varik.
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New Marinus.pngThe sound of the blast ringing through the ball stops Marinus in his tracks for a moment but his quickened heart and breath betrays his shock as he faces the sound. A hand flashes towards a mother and daughter. His eyes watch as the background melted into that of a forest where a mother stands between a threat and her child. For a moment, it was just a huntress and her son facing a threat.

Momma, I'm so sorry-

The hand is sliced immediately, snapping him back and far from the distant past. It brought him back to the reality that he is in fact a disappointment and not good enough. The ball was under his security. That's been crashed. The guests aren't suppose to lift a finger. There goes Calliope.

His hand rushes up to hold his head as the screams, migrane, and blood in the air create a perfect cacophany reminiscent of war. It's his groove and he knows that, and yet he's here still and bitching. He's a coward and he knows it. The lack of action and stillness shows it; doesn't matter what his brain wants.

The figure of a man runs towards him. It's Berthold and he's-

"General! The Crown Prince has asked-"

The hangover is still pounding his head-

"you to rally the navy!-"

The scene of that mother and daughter is still in front of him-

"The demons are overrunning the ball and we've been-"

BOOM!

"Eek!-" Berthold squeaks for a moment as Marinus' fist is now nearly inches besides Berthold's face, leaving a crack onto the wall and a slight scrape on him drawing bare blood.

A smile finally dons on his tense face, relief that he has control over himself now. If not the screams of the innocent or the smell of blood nor the command of the prince telling him to act, pain will do.

"Thank you, Berthold," he flashes an uneasy smile. Then, without another word and before his thoughts could catch up, he marches onto the ballroom.

His eyes glaze on the King and Queen but seeing that they were well-guarded by the Salacia stallions and the oncoming soldiers coming to grab them. He gives a bitter chuckle before patting his pocket then turning his head back to his soldiers and knights.

You're really something, Calliope Salacia. For the mother and child, for doing what I couldn't do, I'll be back.

Before a word escapes him, his eyes narrowed down to a pair of demons circling a family who came. With a little math and distance-eyeing, a gust of small concentrated tornado lifts a heavy statue up and plummets itself on one of the demon. As for the second demon, Marinus flicks his finger sideways, sending the statue to crush the second demon as it knocks over.

"SECURE THE DAMN GUESTS! Y'ALL KNOW THAT Y'ALL STILL WANT ME AS GENERAL SO DON'T YOU GIVE THAT DUMBASS A CHANCE TO TRY!" his voice strains over the chaos. The soldiers and knights seems to have straightened their back and a small smile even seems to appear on some of their faces, knowing that their General is here. On cue, some of the soldiers begin opening bags of sand and dumping them onto the open near the wall and away from people.

Just then a quick flurry passes by him of pink, twilight colored hair.

"AELIA! YOU WERE ALWAYS THE FASTEST! TAKE KERUS WITH YOU AND RALLY THE NAVY!"

"Yes, sir!" Aelia quickly dash off but not before dragging the hand of another confused soldier who quickly shoots a glance at Marinus. Marinus gives him an approving nod before he runs off into the night with the royal horses that should be ideally outside. If not, the nearest stable is 10 minutes away as he made sure the damn kingdom built one there because someone can kill all horses within the vicinity but it doesn't mean they can kill all of it near the castle.

He flips his head towards another pair of knights, "ALFRED! JIN! GO TO THE BACK BASEMENT AND SURVEY THE PERIMETER OF THE AREA! REPORT TO EUSTACIUS IF IT'S SAFE AND HAVE A SQUAD ESCORT ALL THE GUESTS THERE! THE DEMONS ARE ONLY ENTERING THROUGH THE FRONT SO CHECK THE BACK!"

"What about the Princes?" Alfred screams as Jin's back touches Alfred's, covering Alfred as Jin slices another demon coming onto them.

"THEY CAN HANDLE THEIR SHIT! IF THERE EVER WAS A DAY THEY WERE USELESS AS THAT, JIN OVER THERE CAN TAKE OVER PARLTON!"

Jin nods for a moment with an "I-Could" face but the smile and nod quickly become replaced by intense headshaking with the realization of potentially being suspected of treason. The two soldiers salute Marinus before rushing off to secure the back rooms, hopefully meeting with Eustacius on their way. His eyes are still on the crowd as his wrist motions upwards, picking up some sand with his wind.

The sands fly into the demons' eyes, rendering some blind, some confused, and some aggressive but just blind enough to miss every target. Is it risky because of the aggression? Yeah, but Marinus believes his soldiers and knights know that they're there to throw themselves to protect the civillians the best they can. Trust. There's nothing greater in moments like these than trust and life. Two very precious things... that he should have learned when he was a child.

His lips open but before a sound could come from him, his eyes spot just one that managed to put a tendril through his soldier. He looks at the soldier in the eyes but the soldier's eyes do not move, even when he slides down into a puddle of his own blood.

That one.

A strong gust of wind gathers as pounds of sand is lifted into the air. It circles the particular demon but not before aiming in the right direction where there is no one in the way of the blast.

A cold chuckle erupts from Marinus, one that can often be found in his despair when he's drinking. His narrowed eyes centers on the demon.

Then, a snap came from his hand.

The gentle wind becomes overwhelming in the matter of seconds, blasting the demon with sand and tearing the demon down piece by piece— inch by inch— until he's satisfied at the puddle on the bottom of the floor.

"General Delmar."

His ears perk up.

"Alder!" a more genuine smile grows on his face as the tone of his voice shifts to a happier one. He turns towards Alder and his feet moves towards him. Though his smile would not last for long as a demonic roar stops Marinus in his tracks. His head turn towards the demon charging at them. The attention of the demon encapsulates his attention, but the sound of the creaking metals and the clattering crystals above interrupts him. The sands flying in the air fall for a moment but not fast enough for his magic to return to him and neither were his legs fast enough to carry him to Alder or to the demon approaching in time. He can see Alder's body taking a defensive stance, his knees bend, ready to spring with energy.

Smart boy. Now, let's see if I can buy you some ti-

The little metal holding it back snaps, closing the distance between itself and...

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-

Marinus winces for a moment as the chandlier shatters but not on Alder, rather, on the oncoming demon besides Alder as he stares at Alder bewildered. Marinus knows for sure that the chandlier was aimed at Alder and yet...

Magic.

"I did not expect that from a quaint advisor like you," he raises an eyebrow with a smile, amused by the seemingly stoic advisor who had faced his death nearly a few seconds ago.

"The King and Queen have been secured. How many guards were stationed along the castle's perimeter?" Alder speaks to him in a straight-to-the-point manner Alder has always done. Marinus doesn't hate it but it often makes him wonder if Alder fears death. Alder would certainly make a nice collection and asset to have on the battle field by His Majesty's grace. Perhaps, he'll tell that to Virgil later.

Glad to see that something like this isn't riling him up, but then when has he riled up? The moment I drank from a fish in front of him? Or me asking about if it's really true that Sirius ran off with his ex-fiance? Strange man.

"300 of them. 100 of them is tasked on securing safe locations within the castle to bring guests in and shield them from the danger. Another 100 is tasked with cleaning up this-" he points at the ballroom floor, "mess, 50 are currently gathering the navy and medics."

Then, Aelia and Kerus storm the scene, carrying an extra 500 hundred from the navy by what his eyes can count, he looks back at Alder before his voice drops to a casual relief, "Then, here's the extra 500 dedicated to cleaning up this mess so everyone can head back home sooner with their complementary nightmares."

"Truly, top notch, free and complementary," he gives a small smile towards Alder before his eyes land on a certain purple-haired woman, bound in chains with his guards specifically screaming:

"This is YOUR doing!"

"We must kill their leader!"

"She has bewitched the Prince!"

"Take her!"

He looks at the soldiers, perhaps with disappointment that the people he's leading is doing this, or perhaps with anger because none of his order ever was: Take Lacia Arcaela Atarxia Rosegrave as prisoner then kill her because surely... surely... this is what our General has ordered. Commit evil with his orders to murder someone who has not been convicted of what they're accused of? Have they forgotten what he's going through right now with that Marquis?

His eyes flicker back to the navy His Majesty requested storming in.

One issue at a time.

He turns towards Kerus and barked at him, "Get over here!"

Obediently, Kerus makes his way to Marinus but not without a small group of soldiers defending his way up there.

He turns towards Alder, "The navy that his majesty to ask for is here. I'd send the full force but leaving the harbors unmanned is just asking for an invasion suprise. I'll be with his majesty shortly but..."

His eyes look downwards at the chained Lacia as he leaves his remarks to Alder, "I've got a bone to pick and fix in some of the people who calls me General and don't freaking act like it."

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Shit. The word came as swiftly as Virgil's near comeuppance. Saved by a split second reaction, the crown prince let out a breath once his attacker's head rolled towards the child by his brother's side. Such self-awareness was uncommon for Sirius--usually he wouldn't justify himself.

"That was not my intention. Though our mother won't be so pleased with the development."
The playfulness in his voice betrayed the antipathy Virgil held towards the ballroom structures. He detested that chandelier and all the prattling his mother had done once the venue was finally "complete" with the statues of their forefathers. Materials could be recuperated but the lives of children were invaluable to the kingdom.

The billowing winds of Marinus' entrance marked the beginning of the end for the demon pack. Between the crumbling statues and sand dunes, there would be no way for more enemies to enter the front of the castle. Their numbers dwindled and for a few moments, Virgil could reassess the battlefield.

But where was his fiance? He expected her to continue fighting, but in the east he could only find a little of bodies, a crying boy, and a blonde woman tending to a body. Had she fallen too?

KSHK!

Virgil grabbed his sword in time to parry an errant demon before creating a knife in his free hand and slitting it across his the monster's throat.

No, defending the masses was more crucial than fretting over a single individual; he had to trust that Lady Adelaide could protect herself. With the naval forces creating a path for the medics to rescue fallen warriors.
"Have you any news regarding the throne room?"
Virgil asked, stopping one of medics carrying a soldier on a cot.

"Oh yes! The healers have bandaged most of the injured, Sire. Although," She sighed. "More than a few fell to the monsters' claws."

"Very well. We will hold a funeral once the battle once we exterminate out the last of their forces."
With a gesture, he dismissed the two and formed another blade. Assuming Marinus' forces sealed off the rest of the entrances in the back of the castle, there would be only path area for those creatures to flock.

"Sirius, continue the evacuation efforts. I'll shore the remaining demons in the hallway."


Without waiting for an answer, the crown prince headed towards the back of the ballroom where some of the less rational nobles attempted to flee. Without the protection of the Parlton guard, bloody prints stained the walls and floors. Though a few suffered quick deaths, but it was clear that their enemies reveled in bloodshed. The kingdom needed retribution, they needed to find the source of the attack.

"GRR...BARK! BARK!"

Could it be? Virgil broke into a run, the air around him forming a pair of icicles. The primal howl that preceded so many executions could only belong to one creature in his kingdom and it wasn't a demon.

Indeed, when the crown prince finally reached the source of the noise he skewered one of the three demons in front of him and revealed Varik Parlton: his best friend and the current protector of Lady Tremayne.

"Vilina..."
Again, he forced himself to hide the bewilderment on his face. So rarely did Varik take to others, even at Virgil's insistence. Whether it was coincidence or the smell of blood, he would not question Ophelia's favor.

"Stay vigilant. Varik and I will clear a path. The moment you see an opening flee to the western side and towards the throne room. There should be more than enough guards to escort you."



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Noah's body racked with sobs as he stared down at his sister's limp body, hands quickly making their way too cover the wound, trying to keep her from losing anymore blood. His eyes quickly searched around them, looking for anything he could use but he didn't need too. A young woman, probably not much older then himself had appeared riding horseback on a... Unicorn? He stared in shock at the creature barely registering the fact that she was now healing his sister.

His eyes quickly turned towards her, watching as water started too weave through the wound. It shimmered, the light bouncing off the water's surface and if it weren't currently weaving in an out of a stab wound, he might've found it beautiful. He didn't speak a word though, terrified of interrupting her work. Instead he kept a lookout for any oncoming demons, thankful that the numbers had started too significantly dwindle.

The lamp next too them flickered and his eyes widened in minor surprise before an idea came too mind. How could I forget my own sister's power? The light encased in glass seemed too pull towards Adelaide's limp body, the glass keeping it from reaching her. He stood up quickly grabbing a nearby chair, slamming it against the glass. The glass shattered, and the light immediately started too weave it's way towards her. It intertwined with the woman's water, the shimmering growing brighter.

"Priest Noah!" A voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned, eyes widening in shock at the sight. A few of the members of the church had a young woman in chains, her eyes glowing with an untainted fury.

"We caught the demon with some of the guards." He tugged on the chain and Noah winced quickly shaking his head.

"No- let her go. She saved Adelaide." The woman didn't seem to be an enemy, especially with the unicorn beside her. The unicorn was the one who had brought the healer to his sister, and she seemed to be it's master.

"But Pries-" Noah fixed a steely glare at them and they dropped the chains instantly.

"Do not meddle with the guards affairs. Do you understand?" Despite the dried tears on his face and his now soft gaze, the words came with a simple command. The duo avoided his gaze but nodded quickly.

"Get out of here and find somewhere safe." The two quickly bowed before running past him, going towards where some of the guards were protecting the civilians. His gaze fixed on the guards holding onto her chains, before his eyes glanced down at her. He couldn't do much with the guards holding her, his only sway being with the church. Though, he could see the general standing nearby, eyes fixated on the men holding her. So instead, he crouched down beside her. His gaze lingered on her for a second before sweeping towards her sister who seemed to slowly be gaining consciousness as the healing worked its magic.

"Thank you for saving her." He whispered softly, but he didn't move from where he was perched beside her, eyes sweeping across the ballroom as he eyed the few demons left.

"The church's doors will be open for you anytime. Adelaide would love a new friend." He hummed softly, giving her a gentle smile despite the chaos in the ballroom. "Stay safe, miss."



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New Marinus.pngTime was of the essence because the time Marinus spent talking to Alder, the hilt of sword from one of the soldiers land on the back of Lacia's head, collapsing her like a house of cards. He winces and sucks in his breath at the sight of it. He remembers what that felt like back in one of the few skirmishes as a regular soldier years ago except it was a bat swinging at him.

Ophelia bless that helmet.

With a tight grip on the railing, a boost of wind pumps Marinus' jump as he pivots himself from the height on his hand... The very hand he forgot he had just punched the wall with when Berthold came to alert him.

"Ah-"

His hand slips as he falls an inch too close to the railing. A quick swerve of winds gather quickly to hold him up but the unexpected force seems to bounce him instead. He slips from the wind and looks beneath him, seeing the purple blur that is now mixed in with red with the sword glinting and the flowing blood in his eyes.

I'm not that heavy now, am I? He thinks to himself as he looks down at his own soldiers before his wind gently nudges him into the perfect direction just to land on a few of them. Gently now, of course. Can't injure them too hard now to take them out of service, but neither can he land on the ones whose swords was still in her. The winds gather beneath him, slowing his fall-

"General?" famous last word of a few of the soldiers surrounding Lacia before a couple of grunts, groans, and moans as Marinus lands on them with his limbs sprawled out.

Immediately, Marinus push himself up on the aching limbs of them as they wince from the force of his hands. He gets himself up but sees that Lacia was gone already and the third swing aimed at her hit the ground where she once was

Shoot- She might really be the one after this then if she's escaping like this.

Before he can look elsewhere to see where the Demoness may have escaped to, another demon comes lunging at him, seeing Marinus landing onto his soldiers to knock them down but a quick grab of the very same sword that was in Lacia earlier and a slice sends the demon back. Though, instead of reeling back and attacking again from the non-fatal slice, the demon was.... silent as if waiting for something... but what? Marinus could only ponder as he stares at the stoic demon. A second demon comes towards him but he takes a second sword from one of the soldiers that did not unsheath at Lacia and slice at it. The second demon, still aggressive, lunges at Marinus before skewering itself into the second sword with the help of Marinus' wind. The second demon drops dead before he looks at his soldiers who are now getting up. He tosses the second sword back on the ground.

"Arrest that one," he points to the still demon before a few of the soldiers cautiously approached the demon and cuffs it, "Take it down to the inner most jail and have a priest seal the exit for it. I want that demon contained and no one knowing that we're even arresting this."

His Majesty might want to hear this now if he hasn't.

Marinus' hand still grips the sword tightly, the very one that stabbed Lacia and sliced the still demon as a soldier leads him to where Virgil is.

"I've got some interesting news for you, your majesty."

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