[Fallen]

LA' LAURIE

mtetezi wa shetani
The Devil's Advocate

Some time had passed and the witch woman hummed eerily as she meandered about. Long, flexible ears sat beautifully atop her heavy convex crown, brushing the great ink and ivory horns that so gracefully adorned her. Her large yet sleek silhouette stood out among the bleak backdrop of Hell, her thick strands ivory and auburn coils brushed against her blushed knees and drug across the grey dirt. Very little grew here, and Laurie found herself growing bored of the seemingly endless expanse of the bleak arena that was dubbed hell. There was little water, and what was was disgusting. How was a woman to upkeep her appearance if she couldn't lay eyes upon herself? La' Laurie chuckled to herself lightly at the thought, "Hiyo ndiyo dhambi ya ubatili" She spoke aloud. Her heavy drawl twisting about her fresh tongue easily. How could the voodoo priestess not be vain though? It would be a sin in and of itself if the woman didn't admire her own greatness. Why, how could one ignore the subtle golden accents that sat along her full cheeks? The delicate circles of three that followed her fleshy adenoids, and the soft curve of her elongated, elegant towers? Or the sharp line of same hue that sat cradled in the inky stripe that could cut flesh from bone along her dazzling eyes. Ah, those unsettling and perfect eyes. Sat deeply in the missus crown, they shone with brilliant intensity. The near unnatural hue of violet that nature herself would fail to replicate, sparkled with hints of turquoise and shimmered as if the stars sat in their depths. Their brilliance was only amplified by the lack of pink or white that normally accompanied such an organ. Instead, the deepest black surrounded her magnificent iris. And within that iris, sat a predatory pupil. A predatory pupil that quickly caught the visage of none other than Xerxes. The named Greek God that knew so very little of her and landed within this bleak version of hell.

La' Laurie had spent some time growing accustomed to this rendition of flesh she carried, and so, did not feel the need to drudge in the tricks of demons. Materializing and dematerializing that is, at least right now. No, she was far to proud a creature. She wanted her sleek, robust chassis to remain as such. Though her lungs needed not the stagnant air, nor her heart the putrid black blood she so coldly possessed, she enjoyed the ghostly feelings. She enjoyed the blushing the cold ichor caused beneath her ivory colored flesh where her skin slid so delicately over the porcelain bones of her structure. The great and proud visage of the devil remained as she approached from across the wastes. As she did so she took the moment to think of just why the alabaster entity stood here -alone-. There had been such rumors swimming about the grossness of the underworld, that the lady devil was no more. Some said her immortal soul was crushed, devoured maybe. Some sayings that she merely wished to live out her eternity peacefully without the smoldering gaze of the beast she encroached upon.

La' Laurie came to an easy and relaxed stand before the devil now, her predatory and unnerving gaze washing over him. "aye, Shetani, Xerxes. Such a pleasure it be once more." Laurie said sweetly, her heavy drawl warming her words delicately as she gave the hell beast a proper inclination of her large yet feminine crown. She made no inclination to hide her obvious approval of his magnificence. He was a looming beast, his great horns and beautiful bat like wings that held hues of crimson at the knuckles. A great beast indeed, she thought softly. La' Laurie was not the most talkative sort at times, for she felt the devil did not need such accolades as she would bestow upon regular men to get them drunken upon her praises. She could feel that Xerxes needed no such thing at this time.

La'Laurie looked about the landscape once more, her tentative imagination filling it with vision of greenery and softness, only for it to be drowned in the red and black of blood and demons. A gentle purr escaped her before she began to speak again, "I suppose this be time, I sell myself to you, shetani." La' Laurie's womanly laugh bubbled freely from her throat then at the absurdity of her words, however she was no fool. The named Xerxes knew nothing of her, knew nothing of her works before her demise at the hands of Selven. Oh how humorous it would be to cause turmoil in her sweets life and rape him of all he loved. That be not the point right now, however, and La' Laurie returned her fleeting thought of degradation back to the task at hand. "The lord, Lady is no more, yes? As the demons say and whisper." Laurie's accented vocals said coyly, a delicate warmth rummaging across her salmon hued muscle. "Nitakuwa malkia, bibi yako wa kuzimu" The beautiful woman said this with such conviction, could there really be an argument? La' Laurie smiled softly then, another warm chuckle bubbling from her velveteen labrums. "Forgive me, Devil, my tongue comes freely and I do forget." She peered up at him inquisitively, her crown tilting ever so slightly as her predatory gaze held him with a strength that was unnatural for a woman. "I will be queen." She stated matter of factly, "Your lady of Hell," Laurie paused then for a moment, her chocolate strands settling graciously about her ears and twisted about her own horns delicately.

"Have you concerns, Xerxes, my Shentai?"

Word Count; 945
Tagged; A z z y
Notes; Recycled from audition
OOC; excited!

Translations; Swahili - English
hiyo ndiyo dhambi ya ubatili - such be the sin of vanity
Nitakuwa malkia,bibi yako wa kuzimu - I will be queen, your lady of hell
Shetani - Devil

[A z z y]

Another queen had fallen, the how and why remained an unknown to the devil, but he had felt her loss shiver through his entity as it had done for her predecessors. It was not due to emotions or attachment to these women that he felt the loss of their presence, but simply that the very aura of the Underworld quaked from the loss of power. It had left a vacancy beside him that he had not really wished to fill, having felt that he had navigated this war single-handedly since it's declaration, the notion of having another sit beside him so uselessly did not fill him with the motivation he once had. Somewhat begrudgingly, the announcement had been made, telling both those living and dead that should they deemed themselves worthy, the throne beside him was vacant, if they sought greatness, now was their chance. None had come forwards though, at least, none that he had expected to. There were but a handful of female demons in the Underworld, some more savage than others, some preferring the underhand tactics not having a position of power afforded them - a notion he could agree with as his time in power drew on.

Still, the world continued to turn and the war machine continued to devour all in its path. It would not stop, he would not stop, until Utopia fell. Then perhaps he would rest, perhaps then he would relinquish his power to Everest, a fiend capable and willing to lead the Underworld to further and greater victories against their enemies. Perhaps… The great serpent waded through dunes of ash, the barren hellscape void of all noise bar the haunting howl of the hot winds and the distant screams of agony and woe carried upon them. The morbid cacophony had become his lullaby, a soundtrack of which he could measure the strength of the abyss. As long as those winds continued to howl, as long as the souls of the damned continued to scream through their tortured eternity, all was well. Yet through those ashen dunes and howling winds, a figure emerged in the distance, their course headed straight to him like a ship to an iceberg. Xerxes drew to a halt, his towering mass motionless amidst the swirling dust, hisnwings clasped neatly to his sides, his hellfire gaze seeming to glow despite the meagre light offered.

As the winds calmed at his silent command, the approaching figure became more apparent, more recognisable. La Laurie, the strangely tongued hag dipped in hues of ivory, walnut and similar auriferous metals that adorned his handsome physiognomy. "aye, Shetani, Xerxes. Such a pleasure it be once more.” That curious vernacular dripped from those rosy lips and he responded silently, his lips curling at the corners in a smirk. Her chin dipped respectfully to him but he did not miss the way her ravenous eyes devoured him, the abyssal depths of her sclera only amplifying the oceanic pits of her pupils. "I suppose this be time, I sell myself to you, shetani.” She spoke, an almost childlike giggle bubbling from within her throat like water from a fall. He quirked a brow in her direction, the flawless planes of his features stoic despite the inferno set within his sockets. Was he doubtful? Of course he was, it was only recently he had plucked her from the barren wastelands of Asphodel and now here she stood, untested, uproven, vying for power no less. "The lord, Lady is no more, yes? As the demons say and whisper.” A thoughtful hum rumbled from within his hollow chest, his crown bobbing once in acknowledgement. That is certainly one way of putting it, he confirmed, his nordic tones tumbling into the gulf between them.

“Nitakuwa malkia, bibi yako wa kuzimu” she spoke in her native vernacular again and the behemoth did not react, his features emotionless as her words faded into the nothingness of this hellscape. She chuckled once more before speaking now in his own tongue, "Forgive me, Devil, my tongue comes freely and I do forget.” A subtle upward curve of his lips could be detected if one looked hard enough - whilst he cared not for her native language slipping so freely into the ether, he was beginning to wonder what levels of savagery one could convey if not understood by her enemies and allies alike. "I will be queen. Your lady of Hell,” her tones were firm, as if he had little choice in the matter. Such a notion caused an amused expulsion of air to be forced from stagnating in his lungs,crown atlas rising an inch as his snake like eyes narrowed upon her being. "Have you concerns, Xerxes, my Shentai?” She asked of him, as if sensing his doubt. Those who had come before her, Mictecacihautl in particular, had emerged from nothing… untested, unchallenged, able to spin a sweet web to lure in her flies but what had become of her? Running his salmon pink tongue along his incisors, the behemoth finally responded. Many, his nordic accent heavy as he cast his hellish scrutiny upon her. You come to me, demanding power with no evidence as to why I should take a chance upon you… you are not the first to take such an approach, and the one that did is the reason you are vying for that seat now… there was a dangerous edge to his words, a bitterness that indicated his patience with such matters was wearing thin. Why should I bestow such greatness upon someone unproven?

Fallen
Ooc// he's just a bit sceptical but will come round...


Words

[Fallen]

DISCLAIMER; My understanding or rendition of Voodoo, and/or its practices that i portray in this character are of my own rendition! I research as much as possible to be as accurate as possible but I am only human and this is all fictional! <3

LA' LAURIE

mtetezi wa shetani
The Devil's Advocate

The subtleties of the alabaster devil did not go unnoticed by the woman. She had made her living upon learning the intricacies of the equine physiology. The minuet twitches of fleshy lips, the nearly unnoticeable hitch of breath in someone's chest or the sardonic glint in an eye. Though this Xerxes was better versed in his stoniness, her eye for the subtle left him more or less open to her deceptively soft, predatory gaze. That is certainly one way of putting it, The devil said easily, his nordic tones pleasant to her ears, his easy and almost cold hums settling softly upon her spine.

Both hell beasts held one another's gaze, La' Laurie quite enjoying the named Xerxes' natural marble expression. It was as if he was merely an ivory statue, and each tiny twitch of his velvets would send miniscule fractures along his fine, masculine head. In response to her declaration he showed more of an outward response, the stale air that was expunged from his dead chest only serving to soften the unnerving smile upon the woman's own face. Many, You come to me, demanding power with no evidence as to why I should take a chance upon you… you are not the first to take such an approach, and the one that did is the reason you are vying for that seat now… Laurie's heavy crown tilted slightly her smile growing in viciousness, though the blood that could be dripping from her maw non existent. The fleshy muscle of her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, a gently aht leaving her before her teeth glistened in her soft smile. Unphased by the devil's cutting tone and eyes that held the fire of hell beneath their glossy surface. "Not vying my Shetani, merely stating what will be." Why should I bestow such greatness upon someone unproven? Laurie straightened her frame now, the inviting stance of her womanly nature dissipating as that sweet aura of hers faded. A deep and vile maliciousness shadowed her predatory gaze; violaceous eyes set in obsidian and crowned by long spidery lashes lowered only a fraction as she let the silence simmer between them. "You shouldn't," She says simply, her smile never fading the visual one that had scared and unnerved countless before in her mortal life , "lakini una chaguo gani jingine, shetani" Laurie did not care to put her tongue into his now as she once more let the silence linger. She quite enjoyed the heavy quiet that would sit bewteen them both. Those that talked continually always did one of two things; gave away to much, or they talked to distract. Laurie in this instance would do neither. Her words held power, and she would not waste it on frivolousness if it was not required.

La' Laurie inhaled deeply then as the silenceos settled for what could of been uncomfertably long for any other entities. She allowed her predatory gaze to expand, the reptilian pupil nearly drowning out the glittering violaceous gem of her iris. "Ndani yangu, Xerxes, na utazame maisha yangu ya zamani. Nguvu nakupa, wakala wa Samedi, Chombo kwa wengi, msafishaji wa guinea." Her heavy drawl warmed her cold throat and permeated the air. The woman's body unnaturally still as she allowed her mind to open and the traces of her nafsi to reach out to the named Xerxes. Though he may not understand her tongue the heaviness in the atmosphere should of been an indicator of the power she released into the air. La' Laurie's exploits in life had left her to be an exceptionally influential and powerful creature. However, she was all to aware that her power lay within those that believed in and of her; of her power. Of her ties to the religion that even the humans had tried to bury. The simplified Lao's that lain painted upon her neck and her gaskin firm reminders of her attachment and status.

The visual that she allowed the devil to see would go on to consist of her works previous. Her political prowess in the darkness before, the altars erected in her honor, the honor of Guinee; the gold, and silver, and treasures placed gracefully upon her crown and at her feet; Men allowing their throats to be slit in her honor, the masses willingly giving blood and soul to her as well as her own dirty love for the blood of young virgin women. Her sacrifices to the Baron and others of her Guinea. Her teachings and recruitment of body and soul for that of her supernatural masters. The pack of wolves that eagerly accepted their mistress and the snakes and jaguars that roamed freely through her blood drenched land awaiting only the simple call to descend on any and everything she could imagine. She allowed her downfall to be shown as well; a weakness. The parasite. The dog that bit the hand of his creator; A twitching violent shiver of obsidian and sea salt. The dotted and mutilated form of her physical heart. The soul of which she kept in the depths of her own chest until she could find a suitable vessel. Her swift yet violent death at the hands of the salted an inked poltergeist.

She looked upon the devil in her mind, their bodies strangers in the mist and reel of her past before she faded to sand and salt, a singular word in her native tongue filling the infinite space of her mind toward the named Xerxes;
"niachilie"

With that, La' Laurie's expanded gaze released and shrunk back to its normal predatory way. She cleared her throat lightly, a soft, coquette shake of her shoulder given. "Questions, my shetani?"


Word Count; 950
Tagged; A z z y
Notes; oof I am loving me some Laurie
OOC;

Translations; Swahili - English
Violaceous - Violet
Nafsi - soul
Shetani - Devil
lakini una chaguo gani jingine, shetani - but what other choice do you have, devil
Ndani yangu, Xerxes, na utazame maisha yangu ya zamani. Nguvu nakupa, wakala wa Samedi, Chombo kwa wengi, msafishaji wa guinea - Into me, Xerxes, and gaze upon my past. Power I yield to thee, agent of Samedi, Vessel to many, purveyor of guinee. (Afterlife)
niachilie - Release me

[A z z y]

The hefty weight of the demons gaze upon him had no effect, he met her stride for stride with such gestures, matching her, if not besting her in her attempts to what - dominate? Overpower? Whatever it was, she would be hard pressed to send a shiver down his spine, no matter how hard she tried. As he voiced his doubts, the woman forced something akin to a wretch from her oesophagus, either dismissively or with displeasure, he couldn't discern, nor did he particularly care. "Not vying my Shetani, merely stating what will be.” Her certainty that he would grant her such a position was amusing, given that it was such a trait so typically displayed by those who had come before her, his doubts remained. But as he quizzed her on why he should bestow greatness upon her, there was a change in her feminine aura, one of darkness now befalling her. “You shouldn't,” there was a savage shimmer in those curious eyes of hers, one that caused the devil himself to merely cock his atlas upon its joint, a wry smirk curling his inky lips as his cocaine hued tendrils batted against his fetlocks. "lakini una chaguo gani jingine, shetani” her native tongue slithered out at him once again, a challenge to the words he could not understand, not yet at least…

Her eyes narrowed upon him then, the snakelike holes of her gaze darkening as they widened, threatening to pull him in. “Ndani yangu, Xerxes, na utazame maisha yangu ya zamani. Nguvu nakupa, wakala wa Samedi, Chombo kwa wengi, msafishaji wa guinea” there was a silent urge beneath these words, and he could sense her attempt, despite what limited powers she had in this state, to bare her soul to him. And so he obliged, taking full advantage as the intangible tendrils of his own nefarious powers embraced her. He entwined himself around her grey matter, taking all of her memories, her thoughts, her feelings, her language. He saw devotion, he saw betrayal, he saw so many giving her their all but he did not see what she gave in return. It was his turn to play now. The towering ivory serpent rolled his shoulders, the ivory wings clasped tightly to his ribs remained in place, yet even as he stood at his full and imposing height, he appeared to grow taller, casting an eerie shadow over her now. The howling winds fell silent then, the air hauntingly still as the abyss waited with baited breath for what was yet to come. “Niachilie,” a demand or an ask, he did not care, but still her words permeated the air between them. "Questions, my shetani?”

Ulikuwa nini katika maisha hayo, he hissed, repeating her tongue to her as if he had been fluent all along. Hafifu ukilinganisha na vile utakavyokuwa… his crown was held straight, his chin in perfect line with his pectorals as those hellish eyes devoured her. She would feel it then, the sensation of fire upon her legs and underbelly, licking her, consuming her. It would be unbearable, as if she were burning alive right before him. The behemoth chuckled, an ominous rumble that vibrated through his chest, the air around them seeming to shiver with the very power that radiated from the devil. You were worshipped, placed upon altars for all to see, his own Scandinavian tones left him then, but she would feel something different now, as if she were sharing her skin with him, as if he was inside her but not in the way she may come to desire. Do you think they will worship you now, simply because you demand it? This time, his lips did not move but his voice would ring in her grey matter with such clarity it would be as if he had spoken directly into her lobes. Such a strange sensation shifted then, whilst the invisible flames continued to lick at her body, he forced her then to her knees in the ash before him, his mind controlling her body like she was a puppet and he the master of such.

With unseen binds, her head was pulled up to face him, her neck and jaw angled in such an uncomfortable way that a weaker neck may have snapped. Xerxes leered down at her then, the sensation of flame easing only to be replaced by searing pain that stemmed from the top of each shoulder blade. The skin ripped, revealing musculature below until bones began to protrude, slowly forming from within her being to reveal a magnificent wingspan. Bloodied and weak, they would soon find their strength, as would she. Kept bowed and bent, he lowered his mug to her ears, his hot breath brushing her lobes as he spoke to her then, Nishushe, niwashushe, La Laurie, na nitafanya umilele wako usiwe na nguvu. Simama kando yangu, nami nitakupa unachotaka na zaidi… his salmon pink tongue slithered from behind his incisors then, wetting a course along her cheeks before he stood back, releasing her from his power. Rise, he stated simply, the depths of his hellfire gaze shimmering. Would she resent him for such a vulgar display of power? Let her, she had chosen this life. He allowed her what time she needed to regain her strength, her composure, silently wondering if she had ever met something as powerful as he. Once all composure had returned, he straightened himself, a fire in his gut that he had thought to he extinguished not so long ago… Now, where do you want to begin?

Fallen
Ooc// powerplaying agreed by Fallen, hope this is okay!

Ulikuwa nini katika maisha hayo, Hafifu ukilinganisha na vile utakavyokuwa… What you were in that life, Pales in comparison to what you will become

Nishushe, niwashushe, La Laurie, na nitafanya umilele wako usiwe na nguvu. Simama kando yangu, nami nitakupa unachotaka na zaidi… Let me down, let them down, La Laurie, and I will make your eternity insufferable. Stand beside me, and I will give you what you desire and more.



Words

[Fallen]

DISCLAIMER; My understanding or rendition of Voodoo, and/or its practices that i portray in this character are of my own rendition! I research as much as possible to be as accurate as possible but I am only human and this is all fictional! <3

LA' LAURIE

mtetezi wa shetani
The Devil's Advocate

La' Laurie was loving this game they played. Her devil an immoveable object, she an unrelenting force. Two powers of great will and fortitude pressed against each other in a test of mental strength. Xerxes did not immediately chide her, nor did his marble feature twist and churn with much emotion. Even his befitting fractures of a curl of his inky lips had been minimal. However, when her own tongue slithered from his swarthy labrums in his nordic tone - the odd mix surprisingly pleasant- did La 'Laurie's own pleasant look twist into one of pure amusement. As he probed around her slippery grey matter, the devil had taken his liberties. How wonderful!
Ulikuwa nini katika maisha hayo, Hafifu ukilinganisha na vile utakavyokuwa…
Laurie did not respond to his words, nor did she suddenly crumble as she felt the fan of flames tickling at her rendered flesh. The heat grew, and grew, however, feeling as if the cold ichor beneath her velvet flesh would boil and melt the flesh from her bones. The pain was uncomfortable, but she did not blink. She did not fall, nor run, nor cry, or scream. Silly Devill, she thought, no care if her mental notes were devoured by the white beast, "You've much to learn of Baron, though you carry his will without knowing." Her words were a mere whisper as the named Xerxes let forth a rumble fitting for the god that he was.

You were worshipped, placed upon altars for all to see, Do you think they will worship you now, simply because you demand it?

His words were physical and then they were nothing but a silver bell ringing between her ears. His presence slipped between the layers of her form. Between each miniscule layer of skin and fur, between the fatty layers of muscle and sinew. He was in the space between her ribs and her lungs, as if wishing to drown her out of her own existence as the flame from his rage set deeper into her bones. Still though, the Mambo did not flinch. Her spidery lashes did not waiver as her predatory eyes refused to blink as she held the devils gaze. Her voice slithered back at him through the ether, as he extorted his power above her. 'You settle in my bones as if they are yours' you tell me what I am thinking shetani.' Laurie's mental tones were calm, eerily so as her knees now bent against her will. She was pushed into the ash, her flawlessly blushed knees now marred by the blackness of the earth. Since the time Xerxes first entered her, she now laughed. The sweet bauble of the noise could be deemed as misplaced to any that would of witnessed the violence being lashed upon her body.

Invisible fingers torn her crown to face him, the unnatural angle a disturbing view. However, Laurie still only smiled as the burning sensation that filled her fibers was slowly replaced by a painful sensation along her shoulders. The searing and supernatural pain that flowed as her skin began to stretch and tear and rip and bleed made the voodoo woman cry out in pleasure now. The pain had built up against her insides, the fire of Xerxes filling her in a way only the baron had been able to before. Laurie's fleshy nostrils began to flare, as she felt the once cold ichor of her veins now grow as hot as the flames that Xerxes had fanned against her body. She did not try to speak, she only watched her Devil with growing admiration, the darkness behind her beautiful eyes a flood of temptation as her form quivered uncontrollably. Still contorted and bent upon her knee's, the devil leaned into her, her native tongue flowing dangerously from his nordic throat. The strange mixture of accents only sending another violent shiver down her tortured spine.

Nishushe, niwashushe, La Laurie, na nitafanya umilele wako usiwe na nguvu. Simama kando yangu, nami nitakupa unachotaka na zaidi…

Oh if only her devil knew! Another pleasured sound scaped her then as she could feel his tongue slide across her cheeks. It was nearly instant that she was released from his bindings; nearly instant that she wished to be puppet'd along his violent string again. The fresh pink wings that had sprouted from her form felt heavy and awkward, making her rise to her hooves again a painful one that she would show little discomfort to. Her exceptionally long banner flicked along her fetlocks, coming to settle in a small heap along her hind leg before she rose to her full height. Sweat had inexplicitly began to settle along her frame, making the ash stick in unsightly ways. She would have to clean herself up soon. Laurie inhaled deeply, her chest thumping oddly in a way that it need not for being of the undead variety. The mambo did not speak for what may have been an uncomfortable stretch of time, however she followed the lead of her shetani. Now, only speaking when spoken to as her ivory and chocolate tendrils slowly began to unstick from her nape, but also began to drip at the withers with the steady flow of crimson from her newest additions.

Now, where do you want to begin?

La' Laurie smiled once again, her fleshy velveteen kissers parting sweetly as she began. "your weakest." Laurie gave a bashful shake of her muzzle as if scolding herself but even in their brief encounter she knew that her named Xerxes would not see her coy movement as such. "pardon, Our ,weakest..." She said with a beautiful curl of her lip. "However, as you explain the workings of your ladder, please do escort me to somewhere I can... uh how do you say..." she paused briefly, "kuwa wazi zaidi" Her lip curled slightly in distaste as the blood congealed along her spine, barrel and in her soft locks. While she feigned for the moment she could once again bathe in the blood of maidens, she was not keen on looking so disheveled. Especially when it was now time to speak about business.



Word Count; 1025
Tagged; A z z y
Notes; Laurie is all "yes, daddy flex" xD
OOC;

Translations; Swahili - English
kuwa wazi zaidi - be more presentable
Shetani - Devil