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Baelrune

Baelrune had been busy, or rather he was indisposed as of late. It hadn't been that long since he'd been returned to the Underworld after his existance had been ravaged by Utopia. It wanted to expel him like bacteria in a festering wound. It had taken him some time to recover from the ordeal, and that had put a dent in his progress in the war. Baelrune was renewed now, and he was hungry to get his hooves on anything he could, but he thought it was probably best to start with the land he was the guardian of. Thomasin was its queen, and last he'd been here Selven was its king. The painted hessian hadn't said much during their last encounter, and he couldn't recall what the queen had said to him then either. It was probably still some leftover effects from the energy sapping Utopia had wrought upon his soul. The painted hessian moved with relative ease through the Howling Keep after he'd left The Underworld.

The stench of sulfur was heavy where he'd materialized in the mortal plane. He was not intrested in waiting around for someone, and so he set out toward the Keep. Baelrune would find someone soon enough, and his excitement was growing with each step he took. Utopia had subdued him, but it could never quiet cinch the muzzle closed around his violent maw. Baelrune's striped form reached the semi-familiar structure of the keep with mutliple guards stationed around the entrance. They eyed him warily as he approached but did not flinch at his presence. That was a shame, but he'd play nice because they were technically allies for the time being. He smiled at them and went to enter the Keep in search of Thomasin or Selven when the guards blocked his path. Baelrune halted patiently and stared at the guard to his right. A sickly grin slithered across his maw.

"Come now., is that any way to treat your demon guardian? You can't smell the sulfur on my heels or sense the sickness I bring with me? I'm here to see Thomasin or Selven." Baelrune murmured in sickly sweet tones. He was showing a great deal of restraint, although if it were up to him he'd have lunged and maimed these two in a second. Their flesh would've tasted nice.

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OSIRIS

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Selven was no longer King, but he had returned to The Howling Keep. Osiris had not been present at the Coronation, but he had lingered nearby, lurking in the shadows and wondering what to make of the new King. It hurt to see his twin sister, Thomasin, so broken and battered by just about everything. Osiris wasn't sure if Thomasin even remembered him, though he had vague memories of her. She had never approached him or summoned him. In fact, the closest Osiris had gotten to the Royal Crown was his stroll through the woods with Selven, many months ago now. It was a shame that nothing had ever come of that conversation. Osiris wasn't really sure if he wanted to truly get involved in politics and playing the never ending game of battles and steals. He had gotten comfortable in his neutrality though if anyone ever asked him he would state he was a Dark, like his family. But the thing was, no one ever asked him. He spent most of his time with Lush and Illuminati, if he wasn't off by himself. Quietly observing, taking it all in, but never saying much. He'd debated approaching Thomasin and speaking with her but he was not sure if she would think he was some sort of heretic or something, so he tended to just keep to himself.

He'd been planning on doing such a thing today, though when he'd heard a bit of a scuffle and ruckus involving some guards, with the faint hint of sulfur wafting toward him on a cool autumn breeze, the muscular spotted brute had to admit that he was intrigued. He began to walk toward the source of the commotion, though he suspected that whatever demon had come here was hoping to encounter Thomasin or the new King - if they even knew that a new King sat on the throne, that is. Striding forward with quiet confidence, Osiris approached the demon and the guards. "I don't think the Queen would take too kindly to her guards holding up a demon here on business," he spoke, firmly but calmly, his powerful neck arched and his tail flicking behind him. "I'd go ahead and let him pass, unless you'd like to deal with Thomasin's wrath."


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4 years 8 months (?), autumn, mid-day (?), after Belial's Coronation

[The Quiet One]

It seemed for now that the ruse was still holding strong. How long the beast would allow it to do so was another matter. Leaving it too long would create problems just as much as it would cutting it too short. It was a deliberation that occupied his consciousness as the beast traced his well worn patrol routes. At some point the sound of voices and an unfamiliar scent of sulphur draws the beast from his musings. Only a minor adjustment is required to his current trajectory. It does not take long for the beast to approach the source of the disturbance, which turns out to be a couple of guards preventing a striped male from entering the keep. There is another stallion present too, one who decides to pipe up as the beast silently crosses the remaining distance with large strides. "I don't think the Queen would take too kindly to her guards holding up a demon here on business," The firm tones have the beast tempted almost tempted to scoff but it is contained with the slightest twitch of one corner of his kissers. "I'd go ahead and let him pass, unless you'd like to deal with Thomasin's wrath."

This time there is the slightest eye roll , the beast’s lip curling slightly in the slightest hint of a sneer. This golden and ivory hued male was not one the beast had seen little of, yet he seemed to think he could speak on the behalf of a royal. "I do not think the Queen would take well to another speaking on her behalf." The slightly raised velvety tones are relaxed ones and yet there’s a firm undercurrent to them. A confidence that equally oozes from his pores as the beast comes to a standstill, his mismatched gaze fixated on the other moral. For a few seconds his piercing gazes lingers a silent warning in the depths of them before the beast shifts his attention to the stripped being. "On behalf of the King I offer his apologies for any inconvenience caused. As you can imagine due to the war our security is a little tighter then it would perhaps usually be." The beast allows a faint hint of seemingly genuine remorse to colour his tones when his voice once more disturbs the air. With the slightest turn of his head the beast glances at one of the guards, a silent question drifting across his facade. It has the guard straightening ever so slightly before offering a quick explanation.

"He requested an audience with Thomasin or Seven as the Underworld guardian." The explanation has a thoughtful hum rumbling within the beast’s chest cavity even as his gaze returns to the demon. "Unfortunately Seven is no longer King. While I cannot speak for our Queen, our new King is currently indisposed however I have the authority to speak on his behalf. Providing that is acceptable to a demon such as yourself, of course." There’s an unspoken question at the end, the beast content to wait patiently for the demon to make his decision. No attention is paid to the other male yet from the corner of his eye the beast does not miss one guard disappearing into the keep. Presumably in search of Thomasin.


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[A z z y]

The witch queen stood atop the summit of the mountain range, amethyst sprigs of heather shifting against her fetlocks as she watched several of her guards pile rocks upon the bodies of her family. The holes had been meticulously carved out of the mountaintop, their cadavers lowered in slowly, respectfully, before the remaining dirt and rubble was placed gently upon them. The small rocks hit their stiff corpses with muffled thuds, each one echoed around her grey matter painfully. She could cry no more, she could not hold onto these ghosts, no matter how much she wished to. Thomasin had requested Alice to decorate their tombs in preparation for their funerals, wanting them to be adorned in flowers of gold and red. They would rest in petals of flame, they would sleep eternally beneath the inferno of her wrath. Marduk sat upon the pile of rubble, preening his feathers whilst the queen looked on diligently, her features stern, a deep stoicism forming ravines in her beautiful countenance. The sound of approaching hooves caused her crown to swing on its axis, facing the only path to the summit as a different guard emerged. My queen, he began, panting from the exertion of his ascent. There is a demon here requesting yours and the King's presence, she almost scoffed but instead she did not.

With a final glance at the resting place of her family, she nodded, turning on her hocks to follow the guard down the slope. Marduk took flight, soaring through the heavens and descending to the earth below. It was here the corvid took purchase upon a stone wall, watching as Osiris faced off the demon, awaiting the arrival of the queen. Thomasin did not utter a sound to the guard who had dragged her attention from the macabre task she was undertaking. Their knives hit the rock, each step resounding across the mountainside as their gait extended into a lofty thrice beat. With a subtle jerk of her crown, she dismissed the guard, her gilded optics burning within their sockets as she made her way to The Keep. She saw him in the distance, Belial, the flash of his multi-tonal hide as he changed his course to intercept the Underworld denizen. Thomasin slowed her stride into a languid walk, long, flowing strides devouring the distance as she moved ever closer. As she did so, her winged companion screeched into the ether, his wings extending to carry him to her. His talons extended, breaking the flesh of her withers as he took purchase upon her now, his ruby eyes burning into her as she advanced on the group of stallions from behind.

She had missed whatever Osiris had said, yet the curt words of Belial caused her jaw to rise a fraction. "I do not think the Queen would take well to another speaking on her behalf.” The wind was working in her favour, masking her scent, muting her footfalls - If he had heard her approach, he certainly wasn't aware of it, so she remained silent, her scrutiny darting from Osiris to Baelrune. There was a coldness in her eyes, a livid chill that merely bore into the back of Belial. His facade was growing tiresome, this game he was playing would be his undoing as far as she could tell. If he was to hang himself with his own rope, she would not stop him. "On behalf of the King I offer his apologies for any inconvenience caused. As you can imagine due to the war our security is a little tighter then it would perhaps usually be.” This time, a smirk curled her lips, a brow twitching into a quizzical, cynical, arch as the beast continued on. "Unfortunately Seven is no longer King. While I cannot speak for our Queen, our new King is currently indisposed however I have the authority to speak on his behalf. Providing that is acceptable to a demon such as yourself, of course.”

Do you? She cut in abruptly, if he wanted to play the role of a guard, he would be treated as such. Her auriferous lampistras bore into him until he turned, yet her features did not shift, the coldness remaining like winter's grip upon him. Flicking her obsidian cords against her hocks with a definitive snap, she continued, I have not heard of such authority being granted to anyone, which begs the question, who are you to tell Osiris who he can and cannot speak to on behalf of… she trailed off, her savagery open ended, a challenge perhaps. It would have been pertinent for Belial to have learned who had been guarding these lands long before he had arrived should he have hoped to keep favour with their subjects. There was a silence that hung between them, to some it was perhaps awkward, but to her it was familiar. Comforting almost. With a lingering glance upon Belial, she allowed her attention to fall upon Baelrune then. Selven is dead, she confirmed, her words absent of emotion as she stated the truth to both the demon and her guard. Let the truth out, or at least, some of the truth. What can The Keep do for you, Baelrune? She quizzed the demon, but she did not dismiss the guards or Belial as yet. So much she had given to the Underworld, yet apart from the relative safety of her home, she was unsure what else she had gained, but these thoughts were her own…


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NOTES - Bael is welcome to have this discussion in front of Osiris & Belial (obvs), just apologies for her being a hag (as per...)
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