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Given the Brotherhood's history with the Dark kingdom and previous king, the wraith wasn't surprised when Nemesis made her appearance. The pair didn't need to exchange words, something the painted fem had become familiar and comfortable with. They watched the short speeches together and when Harlan opted to stay in the crowd, she noticed the bay vixen scrutinizing the rest of the partygoers before she departed to acknowledge the new ruling pair.

The Helkaer took the opportunity to scan the crowd as well. There were many that looked familiar, others that had brands that were known to her as well. Seeing Cadence again brought a faint smirk to her lips, as did the sight of Valfrid. When her magenta gaze snagged on Xerxes, she debated approaching him. Their daughter's soul had been taken by Utopia, something she had only learned of recently. The mare understood that the dread lord had a lot on his plate at the moment, given the war, but the thought of him doing nothing to fix the slight against his own blood made her rage flare to life. But truly, did he even own them that favor? Would it push the delicate boundary between the Underworld and the Helkaer for her to speak to him about it? Most likely, but Harlan was known for burning bridges. She just wasn't sure this was the time for this one to crumble.

Growing bored and fighting the urge to spill Belial's blood, the Helkaer debated returning home. Before she could decide if she wanted to mingle with anyone here, she noticed a fiend approaching. She did not hide the fact that her eyes scanned every inch of his ghostly body, curiosity starting to form. The only fiend she had met so far was Ouija, and that turned out to be fruitful and interesting conversation. As the beast settled in beside her, she turned to meet his icy gaze. Quite the party, no? Her tone was light and her expression remained guarded. I don't believe we have met, despite the numerous coronations the lands have been having. I am Harlan, of the Helkaer. She unashamedly looked him over again, a fleeting smirk appearing on her white-dipped lips. While a temporary alliance is in place between us and the Underworld, I wouldn't mind getting to know a few more demons, especially since my last meeting with a fiend was quite interesting.

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TAG A z z y and Everest (:<
WORDS 400+
TIMELINE Dark king coronation, summer
Here's a spicy Harlan for you!

[A z z y]

Oh, when we met you thought that I could probably change
I warned you then, that baby, I don't seem insane
But I fucking am

TW: Language


Positioning himself beside the painted mortal mare, he had not been oblivious to her amethyst eyes crawling over his embodiment like lice. Yet as he positioned himself beside her, the snow frosted abyssal bastard stood silently in all his ghostlike glory; those twin jewels of sapphire scoured the crowd that formed around them diligently. It was as Cadence arrived, did he let that hefty scrutiny bore into the God, his features stoic, yet the ire in those Atlantic depths was a force of its own. There would be no peace for Utopia and it's inhabitants, no mercy would be shown even once the war came to an end. Peace and mercy were foreign concepts to the fiend, words that held no value in his vocabulary. Everest did not release Cadence from his gaze, even as the roaned lord took his place beside Rasa, he only found himself grinning more. Whether or not the Utopians found him intimidating or irritating, he didn't care. The more uncomfortable they were in his presence the better as far as he was concerned. He watched with a silent glee as Rasa moved away from Cadence, stepping away from the group for whatever reason. Momentarily, he considered following and antagonising the mahogany wretch further, until a feminine voice broke his concentration.

Quite the party, no? It was the painted minx beside him, the one who's eyes had pulled across his translucent being like he was little more than a piece of meat. Shame really that he wasn't gifted the physical form the mists had granted him - he'd have happily shown her his hard flesh if given the chance. I don't believe we have met, despite the numerous coronations the lands have been having. I am Harlan, of the Helkaer. Everest held her gaze effortlessly, only releasing it to appraise her physique in the same way she had done to him. We haven't, he confirmed, his tones playful as his eyes left her and found that of the Utopian scum once again. Those cunts had me on house arrest for quite some time… seems like I missed all the fun... he chuckled, the ominous rumble leaving his chest as he allowed his attention to return to her. I'm Everest, he announced his name to her simply because she had given him hers. Something about manners and being polite? He'd get used to it…

While a temporary alliance is in place between us and the Underworld, I wouldn't mind getting to know a few more demons, especially since my last meeting with a fiend was quite interesting, a single translucent lobe flicked in her direction as a smirk broke his pallid lips. Temporary? He repeated, his lips twitching in amusement at the corners as a thoughtful hum rumbled from within. If you're considering burning that bridge, why would I bother entertaining you? There was a playful edge to his words, that biting jest that left many scratching their heads - was his question to be taken seriously, were they safe to give an answer? No one was safe when it came to the son of Xerxes, many would soon come to learn this. Another rumbling chuckle left him then as he looked sideways at the woman once more, the mischief evident in his eyes. But I'll play nicely... interesting how? He flicked his snow capped tendrils against his quarters, the hairs moving through her without sensation before licking the muscled curve of his rump.

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Parties tended to bore the wraith, but it seemed this one would end up being far more entertaining than she expected. She was supposed to behave and not set that boned beast on fire, not just in this setting but during the war, so she had to make her own entertainment. She hoped the fiend would provide that, especially since Ouija turned out to be deviously delightful. This interaction was already far different than the last, given the way that the beast had no shame in looking her over the same way she had done to him. It was a crying shame he didn't have a physical body like Xerxes did. While that was more transactional than primal attraction, this one could have been different. Yes, a crying shame.

We haven't. Oh, the Helkaer would have remembered if she had met this being. Her gaze followed his as it turned toward the small group of angels who had the audacity to show themselves here. Those cunts had me on house arrest for quite some time… seems like I missed all the fun... She shook her head in disgust as he chuckled and turned back to her. I'm Everest. The name sounded familiar, though Harlan couldn't put her finger on it. She had been keeping up with the war and had been involved herself, but she heard so many names in the breeze that it was hard to keep track. How he presented it to her gave her the impression that it was important enough for her to remember.

As she spoke of the alliance, her magenta depths watched his reaction with curiosity. Temporary? If you're considering burning that bridge, why would I bother entertaining you? Her head tilted in amusement at his tone as a sharp grin touched her white dipped lips. Is entertainment not what parties are for? And, in my humble opinion, nearly all alliances are temporary, even under the pretense that they are not. She had learned that the hard way when she was young, and the only alliance she considered to be permanent was the one between her and Nemesis. When he looked to her again, she met his playful gaze with one of her own. But I'll play nicely... interesting how? She pretended to think, eyes turning to the crowd with a thoughtful expression on her face. I didn't know how useful fiends could be until the opportunity had presented itself. A delightful transaction that benefited both the Helkaer and the Underworld. Harlan looked back at him with her eyes hardening at the edges. Though I doubt he'll be able to get my daughter's soul back from those cunts. The mare shook her head in disgust again. The hypocrisy is getting to be absolutely ridiculous. Her eyes rolled towards the heavens and snapped back to his sapphire painted depths. Why would they keep you on house arrest instead of letting you play? That wasn't very nice of them.

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TAG A z z y and Everest (:<
WORDS 400+
TIMELINE Dark king coronation, summer
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Oh, when we met you thought that I could probably change
I warned you then, that baby, I don't seem insane
But I fucking am

Is entertainment not what parties are for? And, in my humble opinion, nearly all alliances are temporary, even under the pretense that they are not. Her words caused a translucent tower to flick in her direction, ensnaring her verbiage with ease and amusement as he devoured each syllable with ease. His intangible brows rose above his atlantic depths, a dangerous smile curling his lips before he spoke Humble? he repeated the word as if it were the firs time he had heard it. I certainly hadn't put you in that category... his words dripped with amusement, but he was not particularly interested in her opinion, be it humble or not. I'll give you fair warning then, he purred, twisting his muscled nape so that his ghostly lips brushed her lobes with ease. You don't want to make an enemy out of me, sweetheart it was a warning, a promise. She was well within her rights to destroy the one safety net she and the helkaer had and he would be well within his rights to remind her why that would be a mistake. With a smile curving his pallid lips, he recoiled from her personal space, indifferent to the tension that was fizzing between them.

She looked up at him as he looked down to her, that playful magenta gaze shimmering from behind heavy lashes. A weaker man may have bent the knee to her savagery then and there, but he did not. There was nothing weak about Everest - he was immune, immortal, untouchable and relentless. He had not known love, kindness, he was not tarnished by empathy or mercy. He was the purest form of evil - raw, not yet cut or polished, no additional facets added to make him multidimensional. No, what you saw was what you got. A monster. As the conversation turned to the time she had encountered another fiend, he cocked a lobe in her direction, listening with minor intrigue. I didn't know how useful fiends could be until the opportunity had presented itself. A delightful transaction that benefited both the Helkaer and the Underworld. He did not respond to her words, merely mulling them over in his grey matter for a moment before she spoke again, this time with disdain putrefying her words. Though I doubt he'll be able to get my daughter's soul back from those cunts. The hypocrisy is getting to be absolutely ridiculous. Everest followed the line of her sight to that of the Utopians in attendance, a small smirk curling his lips.

And what have you done? he asked her plainly, his tanzanite gaze shimmering down upon her as he drank in her image. So driven, so ambitious... yet hoping to be saved by those who you want nothing to do with when the time is right? Hypocrisy indeed... he winked at her, a dangerous but playful smile curling his lips once more as he averted his gaze to bore it into Rasa's face, hoping to snatch her attention from whatever conversation she was engaged in. But the words of the helaker pulled him from his task, his cerulean lampistras peering down at her from behind the veil of his forelock. Why would they keep you on house arrest instead of letting you play? That wasn't very nice of them. His lineage was evidently lost upon her, could he blame her however for not keeping track of his breeding when she seemingly could not care for her own children?

I am his son, he began, motioning towards Xerxes with a jerk of his chin. The heir to the Underworld. They took me because we took their lord... he chuckled, recollecting the day he had been ambushed by several of Rasa's henchmen, how they fought and brawled and dragged him to Utopia. Yet it had only taken two demons to pull Nehemiah to the abyss, to bring him to his grave. They aren't nice though, its a lie, a facade... they are no better than you or I... he hissed to her, planting the seed of truth, hoping to grow a crop of realisation... let them all know the truth. The two who sat upon holy thrones were no better than those who ruled below...


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