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The Versai were bound to be an endless target for the Underworld, so long as Xerxes sat at the head of the hoard of demons, at least. Acacias was more than willing to help pester them. At the moment, his sights were set on the daughter of Eos, and current Acharya of the Versai Sisterhood. Oleander. She was currently at the bottom of the totem pole for the Versai, and that was what had drawn him to her. She was bound to be wanting to prove herself capable, and what better way of doing that than by going head to head with a demon? He was eager to meet her and to gloat about how her soul was not in the clutches of the Underworld, by his own doing. None of her silly little herd members had done anything to prevent it, nor had her Sister or Brother. Acacias was amused by it all, as well as feeling quite smug. He already had an idea of what he was going to demand of the young mare. Whether she was going to be willing to do such a thing or not was to be seen. But he had his ways. He had his tricks. There was no way for Ollie to get out of this. One way or another, the Versai was going to be providing him with a Cambion - and forever link himself with her, her herd, and the Sisterhood.

A wicked grin spread across his muzzle as he prowled through the great red canyon. There was a light dusting of snow throughout the terrain, upon which a nearly full moon cast its eerie glow. Beneath the silvery moonlight walked the demon, soundless, leaving little hints of putrid sulfur as he wandered. He had not walked here from the border, but instead had allowed himself to simply manifest right smack dab in the middle of the territory. It was his way of saying you cannot hide from me. Not even the canyon walls of Rosemonde could protect this Sister from the fires that burned in Hell, eagerly awaiting the day she died so that they could cast her soul into the abyss. He was sure his son, Ouija, would have a very wonderful time tormenting her until the end of days. His grin became something much more malicious, much more evil, as he approached the river. He had no need to drink, however, as he neared the edge of the water, he lowered his muzzle to drink deeply from it.

Let the Versai maiden come find him, drinking from her river. Let her feel threatened - because this was, without a doubt, a threat. Acacias was not at all going to be willing to let her get out of this easily.


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Thread to discuss the terms of the soul steal! He will be requesting a Cambion foal, and my character Raggedy Ann will be the one to carry the foal. <3
25 years 10 months, winter, evening

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A dark cloud hung in the air as the violence of war raged outside the walls of the Highlands. They had chosen to remain neutral, a fact that pleased her heart. She had been ignorant to the reasons behind the afterlife's decisions and was personally not able to make a choice on whos side to take. Seren was still not fond of the afterlife drawing mortals into their affairs. While she was sure there were still mortal allies who would have joined them, it felt now that others had no choice but to join. She felt, as a Versai, that it was hard to join one side or the other without scrutiny. There was also more personal reasons that Serendipity could not see herself aligning with the Utopians at the current time. Seeing her mother suffering day after day it was hard to bring oneself to forge a vow with the Utopians.

While she knew that her mother had brought some of her current state on herself with the murder of Xerxes, she knew her mother suffered long before that. Why had they not seen? How could they not help her on the right path if they claimed to be allies? Maybe Serendipity was still ignorant about the afterlife. She hoped she was. When she was young both sides of the afterlife had intrigued her. Seren was not sure if it due to her mixed blood or just a childish curiosity. She wanted to meet beings from both sides and discuss the way of things from their own perspectives. She desired the relationships rather than alliances from them. The young mare wasn't sure if an alliance with anyone in the afterlife was something she desired at this point of time. Maybe in time, but for now she was weary of the immortals.

It was a sleepless evening once again. Her mother's terrors often kept her awake. Serendipity felt helpless against the demons that haunted her mother each night. She desired to help her, but was not sure where to even start. She wandered out from the cavern where her mother now slept soundly. The Versai mare was not sure how long the peace would last, but she knew she needed to escape the uneasiness that she felt within the walls of her mother's quarters. Upon exiting the cavern, there was another uneasiness that griped her. Her color changing pools shifted colors as her moods changed. From sapphire, to yellow. Her curiosity peaked she followed the odd stench of sulfur. While the scent was foul, it seemed to lure her. Grasping on her curiosity and pulling her toward it. The smokey mare blended well against the shadows of the night as she followed the secret path into the canyon below. As she descended the smell grew stronger, until the beast that it belonged to came into view.

She paused, taking in and appreciating the silence of the night as she studied the brute. He seemed different, otherworldly. Was he of the afterlife? It made sense as the smell of sulfur wafted into her senses. IF that was the case she was sure he knew she was there. She kept the silence for another beat or two, trying to find the words best to great the demon. She did not wish to be hostile, even to someone who was supposed to be an enemy. Even enemies had business to attend to and were not always there for trouble. Am I right in assuming you were waiting for me? She state simply. It may have been obvious that he was since he was in her lands, but there may be something else he was in need of. Either way she was sure she would find out soon.

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ACACIAS

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He waited patiently as the night carried on, time ticking forward. In the sky above him, wispy clouds drifted across the heavens, the stars twinkling through them faintly. The elder demon kept himself still for the most part, occasionally glancing around to watch as the nocturnal creatures of Rosemonde moved about. There were not many, so when he heard the sound of leaves rustling and hooves moving through hardened earth, he was sure that it must be Oleander. The Versai mare may have caught wind of his sulfuric scent. It was hard to miss. The scent was capable of stinging the noses of the mortals, but to Acacias, he no longer even noticed it clinging to him. A quiet inhale of the atmosphere brought no hint of her fresh scent, the wind was not blowing in the right direction just yet, but he was still sure that it was her. It must be. Who else would be coming this way at this time of night? He supposed a herd member could possibly find him, but it was not a herd member's soul that he had stolen. It was Ole's.

He heard the sound of the approaching equine growing louder and then, behind him a distance, it stopped and the demon grinned despite her not being able to see it with how they were standing. Black eyes stared out into the night and still he waited for her to appear. However, the shuffling of her feet did not continue. Instead, remaining behind him, she spoke. Am I right in assuming you were waiting for me? A devious little chuckle was expelled from the stallion and he flicked his tail. "Come here, Oleander. We have much to discuss." He did not state his name. She should know by now who he was, and why he was here. If she was a smart girl, she would do as he said and not make a direct enemy of him.


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25 years 10 months, winter, evening

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Serendipity hoped to learn from the mistakes of her predecessors. She knew her own mother was not a total hater of darks. Considering she was the product of both extremes she knew this to be true. While she did not know any one from her father’s side of her lineage she hoped to understand it as best she could. Her mother never denied her that privilege and also allowed Seren to choose her own path in life. While she spent most of her childhood caring for her disabled mother, she made sure to be aware of her own thoughts and feelings. It didn’t sit right with her the day her mother came hope from assisting in the murder of Xerxes. She could see it in her mother’s eyes that she too was filled with regret.

While regret was something that was hard to avoid in life, Serendipity wanted to do her best to make the best possible decisions. The young mare found herself researching what righteousness actually meant. The more she delved into the word, the more she felt the former Versai had it all wrong. To be righteous one’s actions should be justified and morally right. She meditated hours on the meaning of those words and still was discovering how to live her own life in a righteous way. She chose to be open about her thoughts and did not fear sharing how she actually felt about topics. Next she chose the route of love and not hate. There were morally right and wrong equines on all sides of the alliances. There was no justifiable reason to hate anyone due to their alliances. Next she chose to live her life as purely as she could. Serendipity was the product of lust and to try to purify her own soul she vowed to not be tempted by lustful thoughts and actions. If she were to produce an heir it would only be out of love. If she was to never find love than she would be the end of a bloodline and she hoped a more pure equine would take her place.

While she was still discovering daily the meaning to being a Versai. She was challenged by the threat of being pulled into a war. Serendipity did not know enough about it to join a side, but she would do her best to help the innocent who were affected by it. She hoped the Versai could stay out of it and was sick with the thought of fighting anyone in the name of an immortal who she had no ties to. Seren had not desire to align herself to either side in times of peace either. She chose to remain neutral and develop some sort of relationship with both sides rather than tying herself to either. This went for most of the alliances she hope to make one day.

It was why she studied the demon before her with a neutral stare. Yes he had her soul and was about to give her terms and conditions about giving it back to her. Did it make her hate him, no. Was it irritating, a little, but there was not valid reason to lash out and be unreasonable. She moved forward gracefully, closing the gap between herself and the immortal brute. There was not much the needed to be said until he spoke again. So she just paused before him and waited for his terms.

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Acacias was curious about this Versai mare. There was only one of the Versai, a boy by the name of Valfrid, that had aligned with Utopia. The two others had no taken a side in the war. He wondered why that may be, and if it would be possible to convince Oleander to join the dark side, so to speak. He watched her silently, the bullet whole on the right side of his head oozing a constant ruby substance - blood. It tricked down his neck, his neck, down onto the ground. It never stopped, and never dried. He was forever bleeding but he felt no pain. He could even hide the wound, if he wanted to, but he saw no reason to. He had not claimed horns nor wings like others in the Afterlife. He figured the bullet wound would be all he needed. Horns and wings on a horse seemed so unnatural. He did not see the point of them. Seemed an easy way to gain power over someone - to spear them with horns and antlers or to fly away from them with wings. He wanted no such easy ways. Call him old fashioned, but he wanted to do things the old school way. With good old blood, sweat, and tears.

Oleander finally approached him and he looked at the younger girl, studying her in silent observation. For a moment, there was nothing but silence between the two beings. The girl did not speak, did not ask why he was here, did not beg for salvation (something he would never give). It was a curious thing, for a Versai with her soul owned by the Underworld to not beg or demand for it to be given back. After the silence stretched to a length that was almost uncomfortable, Acacias spoke. "I require a Cambion, Oleander. A Cambion connected to both myself and the Versai." His eyes searched the woman's face, but his own expression was also one of neutrality. He was speaking very matter-of-fact. "Manage to stay alive until a child is confirmed to be conceived, and your soul will be yours once again."

His gaze went up to the night sky. There were no stars now, the clouds having covered the majority of the sky. Even the moon struggled to break through the cover of clouds. "The child may remain here, in your home, until weaned. After that, you will forfeit all rights to the child, and I will come back for it. From them on, the child will be under my care." Slowly, a grin, dark and sadistic, spread across his muzzle. "I will also be granted visiting rights to the child, while they are growing to weaning age."


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25 years 10 months, winter, evening

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Oleander was well aware of the powers of the afterlife. They could do or take what they wanted from her. She could lose everything and everyone she cared for if the afterlife so wanted it. While many would not consider this when talking to the afterlife, she did. While she may not agree with members of either side of the dividing line, Serendipity had respect for them and their requests. "I require a Cambion, Oleander. A Cambion connected to both myself and the Versai." His request wasn't too far fetched. Cambions were a hot commodity, as sign of power especially in this time of war. "Manage to stay alive until a child is confirmed to be conceived, and your soul will be yours once again. The child may remain here, in your home, until weaned. After that, you will forfeit all rights to the child, and I will come back for it. From them on, the child will be under my care. I will also be granted visiting rights to the child, while they are growing to weaning age." She listened carefully. While her natural reaction was to snap back with a "No" she instead thought about it. Raising a brat was not an easy affair. She had watched her mother carry Samson and what a toll it took on one's body and mind. The outcome of this agreement was definitely less damning than other agreements they could make. Yet, there was one issue the young mare had. Her purity.

Serendipity was a product of lust, that itself tarnished her soul. She had vowed to herself not to sell herself in that way to just anyone to keep herself a pure as she could. One day she would find someone and produce and heir, but this situation was not that. She would not be keeping the cambion as an heir and she would be ruining her purity for her tainted soul. Seren was aware this wasn't the demon's problem. If he really wanted to he could force her into the decision. I respect your conditions, but due to my own morals I cannot agree. She kept her tone level and respectful, the demon had his own agenda and that was no reason to snap at him. Serendipity wasn't sure how he would react and she was pretty sure he wouldn't give a damn about her morals. Most didn't believe the Versai had morals, and the was exactly why she had to keep her in tact. Serendipity wanted to be better than those before her. Which meant keeping her morals and understanding the meaning of righteousness.

Is there anything else I could offer instead? The smoky mare kept her tone even and business-like. She was aware that he was most likely not going to negotiate with her. He was here on business and had his own agenda. She was his pawn and not in the best position to negotiate. He had her soul, he could easily take what he wanted. While she hoped he wouldn't and would instead be to use her for any of his dirty work or hold her soul for ransom until she could give him want he really wanted.

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The stars were so bright this evening. The mountains stretched up in the distance, towering above everything and anything as they reached for the heavens with their snowy peaks. The Highlands were beautiful, he would give the Versai that. They were definitely more serene than the Outlands in the desert. Just because Acacias had died and become a demon did not mean he could no longer appreciate the beauty in the mortal world. The Underworld could be such a dull landscape at times. Fire and brimstone and the screams of the damned, day in and day out. He did not want to leave it, it was where he belonged, but sometimes he ached for something else. Just a change of scenery. He fulfilled that need by coming to the mortal world - usually to meet with Grace, his daughter, who was currently in Meraki Woods on a mission from her half-brother, the Fiend named Ouija. This was just further proof that the Underworld could sink its teeth into anyplace. Nowhere was safe from darkness. Even in the brightest of lights, there were shadows...

Oleander did not immediately answer him after he'd told her what he was after. He allowed her to think quietly, his eyes up at the sky as he studied the blackened abyss above. It was silent aside from their breathing - her because she needed to, him because he wanted to. He had no need for oxygen. Not anymore. I respect your conditions, but due to my own morals I cannot agree. His ear turned to listen to her, but his eyes remained fixed up at the sky. He wondered why she would not agree to it. There were several reasons she might. Carrying a child was not an easy feat. But the child would be off her hands in due time... Is there anything else I could offer instead? He took note of the almost respect in her tones and he took a deep, contemplative breath.

"A herd member could carry the child, instead of yourself, but that is the only negotiation I will make." Finally, he turned his head to look at the Versai mare, studying her carefully. "I take very good care of my children, Oleander. This child would never want for anything. I would make sure of it. And while the mother is pregnant, I will do what I can to protect her as well - be it yourself or another mare." He did not know if that would make her feel better, but hopefully, it would not make her feel any worse. "I would never leave a child of mine to suffer."


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25 years 10 months, winter, evening