The Hellfire Club-A gathering of the Elite. By Invitation Only!

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::Devon had just exited the restroom in a rather off mood due to ertain issues that once pertained his mind returning to haunt him. Life in MoE though good, was nontheless getting pretty simple, and crudely spoken, boring. He had hoped to do great things here, and killing a few measely GoLs are nothing near his idea of great things. He was well confident of his own capabilities, and felt that his abilities, not just in power, is qualified to do far greater things then the normal members were capable of. This thought has been weighing his mind for some time since he got himself accustomed to the Masters. Nontheless, there was nothing much he could do unless his talents were noticed.::

"Another boring day... Better go find some GoL to kill..."

::Just as Devon was about to make his way outside, he noticed a certain man approaching him. This man was dressed in wierdly old clothes, and Devon didn't reconise him, so he decided that he must be a servant of some sort. The man just stared at him, waiting for him to say something::

"What? You want something?"

Marcus

"The white Queen Lady Farrah has summoned you."

Devon

"White Queen? When did Farrah adopt a name like that? She summons me? Hmm...."

::It was all rather strange that Farrah would summon him to her. Devon's mind was full of questions, mainly wondering what Farrah would want with him. Regardless, this was a nice change from his boring daily routine. Perhaps he would be receiving the attention he well deserved. Driving out his thoughts, he turned to face the servant::

"Bring me to her."

::Following the wierdly dressed man, Devon finally arrived ata beautiful and exquisite mansion, guarded by an impressive fence with two massive iron gates. As the gates magically swung open, Devon walked through to a flight of well crafted marble stairway which brought him to the entrance. Devon no longer could complain about having to walk instead of just appearing in front of Farrah. The stunning mansion was something Devon wouldn't want to miss sight of. Upon entering the mansion, a gothic aura greeted him with extravagant Greek statues of the ancient Greek Gods such as Zeus, Artemis, Hecate, Poseidon etc, and various posh decorations. Eventually, admidst the wonderous interior design, Devon was finally brought to Lady Farrah dressed in seductively skimpy clothes, enough to make normal men nosebleed on the spot. Devon however had developed a certain resistance to such sights.::

"You summoned me Lady Farrah? What can i do for you?"
 
After presenting the Black Queen and Black Rook to the others and giving them the Trident Pins, Ikaris steps into the background and allows Christy and Riana to bask in the admiration and jealousy of their peers. He watched the others in the room with a great deal of interest. It would prove entertaining to watch the power plays among them as they jostled for position and recognition.

Ikaris reached out and took another glass of wine from one of the passing stewards. Sipping it slowly, he laughed to himself. The tears of Angels really did make for an excellent vintage.

Ikaris sensed Wyatt's presence beside him but didn't bother to turn to him. Ikaris let the young man wait a moment or two before addressing him.

"I think its going quite well, don't you? Soon we will have a full court and will be expanding to the Outer Circle."

Wyatt: "Yes my King, I think it goes very well indeed. There are a couple of them though that I think bear watching, they might be...amusing."

Ikaris chuckles at the echoing of his own thoughts. There were many reasons he favored the young whitelighter/witch, his ability to anticipate Ikaris' desires and his observations being simply two of them. Setting his goblet down, Ikaris turns to Wyatt while pulling a different type of pin from his shirt. He smiles at the other man, reacing out to touch his cheek as Wyatt leans into the caress. Ikaris attaches the pin to Wyatt's lapel and steps back to admire the look of it. The pin is the Hellfire symbol but is surrounded by an eclipsed sun, Ikaris' personal sigil. Wyatt looks down at the pin then at Ikaris.
"Just so that there is never any mistake of who you belong to!"
 
the White Court begins to take shape

<< the white queen was enjoying herself....mingling with various guests..as she moved about with a graceful elegance.....she turned..her stylish, shoulder length bob flowing with her turn as she faced Devon. Her tailored power suit.....giving her the look of a sinfully sexy executive business woman would have made most men blush.....but Devon seems to remain cool inspite of the daring view of legs and cleavage that is before him. >>


<< in an icy voice>> Devon......welcome......so glad you could make it. i assure you, that it will prove most worth while for you.


<< an eldritch chime sounds off..as DC waves her hand and calls for everyone's attention>>

the gathering of the elite continues this night......as the new Hellfire Club comes together....to spear head a new age in dark power and prominence. I will now announce the first appointments of my White Court!


<< the audience listens with silence as DC looks out among the crowd. Ikaris stands beside her...with those of his black court assembled along side him>>

I chose James Devon to be my White Bishop; Sati as my White Rook and Kurama Sutro as my White Knight.

<< a smug smirk comes over the White Queen's face as she presents the newly appointed members of her White Court...and the audience gives a soft but steady applause>>


<< the White Queen continues>>

Permanent suites have been set up on the second floor for the Ranks of Bishop, Knight and Rook. The third floor consists of four private suites, one for each member of the royalty. Should you be asked to take a place at court feel free to have your rooms decorated to your taste. The servants have been instructed to assist you in ALL ways. Should you see one that wins your favor, simply make arrangements with Ikaris' aide, Wyatt to have that servant assigned to you permanently.

<<Lady Farrah gestures to the young blonde man standing behind Ikaris....with a wave of her hand. Wyatt is holding a box in his hands. He approaches Lady Farrah and opens the box. Lined with red silk, the box contains a number of lapel pins that match the ones that Ikaris and Farrah wear. Tridents made of gold and wreathed in a corona of fire made of rubies. They match exactly the markings on the gates and devices on the thrones at the far end of the room.>>


These pins mark you as members of the Club and will allow you access to the mansion at any time.

<< with a slightly devious smile.......and a glint in her eye......The White Queen offers a pin to each of newly appointed member of her White Court>>
 
:: Riana was enjoying her margarita and chatting to the very handsom bartender David when someone tapped her on the shoulder, turning around a bit annoyed she looked into the face of a young blonde girl, her long hair neetly braided in a thick braid hanging on her back she smiled at Riana ::

Mable:

"Mam I'm sorry to disturb you, my name is Mable and i'm your assitant to help you pick out the decor for your quarters"

:: Riana listend to the girl and nodded as a soft smile crept over her face, thinking for a moment Riana knew exactly what she wanted for her own room ::

"Very well, I know what I want, make it French Renesance, plush sofa's with lots of cushions in red or dark pink, French wardrobes with lots of little drawers, I want a big porsalain white bathtup with lion claw feet, you know the style.. plus I want multi colored roses all trough the room in big crystal vases"

:: Taking another sip of her drink she smiled at Mabel as the girl walked of quickly, turning her attention back to David she winked at him reaching out she ran a finger across his cheeck ::

"I have the feeling you and I will have some fun in the future"

:: David flashed her a crooked smile his dark eyes making a shiver run down her spine, yes this one sure was something else ::
 
:: Rama turned as Devon arrived and as Farrah made her announcement. Rama nodded his acceptance gracefully and calmly. He walked over to accept his pin and he pined it to his lapel. He bowed slightly to his Queen (LMAO sry this is funny, a gay man bowing to a woman lol). Rama rose and heard an internal alert go off in his head. He immediatly turned to Wyatt ::

"Wyatt a word if you may"

:: While pulling the young man aside, a long blonde haired man caught his eye. Using his telepathy Rama gathered the man's name as Travis. ::

"Wyatt awaiting outside is a young woman. Her name is Paine and she is my personal associate. Please allow her in and direct her to my chambers also, please have that servant over there, Travis I believe his name is, to be the only one allowed in my chambers after the decorators get through. Now go and get Paine."

:: While he had been talking a young woman had walked up behind him and silently awaited to be addressed. Rama after sending Wyatt on his way now turned to address her ::

"Thank you for not interupting us. I take it you are here to ask about my suites decor?"

Rose

"Yes Mr. Sutro. How would you like your room arranged?"

Rama

"I would like it styled in the Rennesance time period. Mainly with earth tones and warm colors. Such as Reds, Browns, Greens, Purples, and Oranges. Make sure it is tastefully done with class. Also make sure there is a rose motif. I would like the walls to look like they have Roses so intrically carved that they seem to be continually growing from them. Also fresh red roses are to be in the room every day. Thank you that is all"

:: Rama waves her off and Rose takes her leave. Rama now awaits the arrival of Paine ::
 
::As Devon stood there listening to White Queen's address, all the mystery were unraveled. He felt honoured, and also glad that he was finally reconised for something more than the norm. Though fairly excited about this new postion, Devon made sure he remained calm and composed amidst all these. As Lady Farrah handed him a pin, he simply took it with a simple word of thanks. This pin would probably signify an important turn of events in his life. After putting the pin on, Devon turns to face the White Queen::

"Thank you Lady Farrah. I am honoured to be given a position such as this. Rest assured that i will do my utmost best in whatever you have installed for me as your White Bishop. And my best is a very good best if i say so myself. Oh also, you look stunning tonight m'lady, i believe if i stay here staring at you any longer, i might not be able to take. I take my leave for now. I still have a room decorate. I thank you once again."

::Having said that, Devon made his way to the rear end of the hall, while pondering what he should do now. It seem rather unappropriate for him to be asking where in this mansion his room is. He then decided he should stay around a little, for one to take the chance to view this mansion in all its splendor, and at the same time to gradually figure out what he should be doing.::
 
::Christy was quite well adjusted to being envied.... and idolized... and this proved no different... after all... is it really arrogance if you actually ARE superior? [LOL, Jay, your words of wisdom are definitely worth repeating. ;)] Christy smirked... and licked her lips... and took that second Daiquiri from Kal, sipping it softly...::

"Kal, I think i shall like to sit down now."

::He got the hint... and nodded respectfully... he led her to the dais, stepped up onto it, then reached out for her free hand and helped to pull her up.... Christy noted his strength.... he pulled her up with one hand as if she weighed nothing.. but then again... he WAS a young superman... and quite strapping at that... he led her to her throne, beside Ike's... a small girl hopped up from the seat... and Christy smiled and pat the girl on the head as she dismissed her....::

"Thank you Darling.... I really don't like frigid seats. so good of you to warm it for me... did you like playing the princess for a little while?"

::the small girl, who could have only been seven or eight years old, nodded fervently... and Christy gave a soft laugh, and winked... waving her hand and sending her off::

"Well then you can warm all my seats... skip along now dearie, off you go."

::Christy laughingly shook her head and gracefully sat down... she looked quite regal, sitting pretty, exalted above the others.... she crossed her legs at the knee and leaned forward, signaling that she wanted to speak with Kal.::

"Something i forgot love, please go tell the decorators that everything in my quarters should be sturdy... able to withstand the strength of both myself and Ares..."

::He nodded, and turned to leave... but then stopped and looked back at her... visibly impressed... visibly slightly disappointed::

Kal- "The God of War is staying with you?"

Ti- "Something like that, yes..."

Kal- "Then I take it you to will be sharing the same bed?"

Ti- "I beg your pardon!"

::Kal bowed his head slightly, quickly thinking of a way to recover gracefully...::

Kal- "My apologies madam... I simply meant to ascertain whether or not He would need a separate bed to sleep in. I did not mean... I was not..."

::Christy looked slightly taken aback by his directness... but it passed... as she smirked, she knew what he was getting at...she also knew for a fact he was trying to save face.... for they both knew he had meant the question exactly how he'd said it....::

Ti- "Yes... we will.... and the bed itself should be reinforced... i DONT want the damn thing suddenly collapsing in the middle of the night but don't get locked in that orientation of thinking... not everything is what it seems. And Sweetheart.... DO try to be more subtle."

::he nodded sheepishly... and left... Christy finally turned her attention to Wyatt... who was now proudly sporting Ike's personal sigil...::

"Ah yes... I want Kal-el to be permanently assigned as my top personal assistant. Arrange for a guest room in my suite... to be where he will stay... that will be all."
 
- As the courts became announced Melody had become quite nervous. Why were herself and Brenthon the only two left NOT to be called. It almost seemed like getting picked last for Soccer in Elementary School or something to that effect. Never the less, she tried to seem coy and non worried as she rubbed her temple, raised her drink and toasted to the new members of the Hellfire Club. -

"Hear, Hear! Excellent job everybody! I see the positions match you perfectly!"

- She picked some random finger foods from the trays and snacked on them a bit, before getting another glass of champagne. If she wasn't going to be in the club, she was going to get hammered with some mighty fine liquor. Melody combed back some of her hair and smiled at Brenthon wondering if he was thinking the same thing as her. She opened their unique telepathic bond as she coaxed him. Only Brenthon would be able to hear her words. -

"Do you think we're going to be the first target practice? Or are we gonna live?"

- She laughed a little outloud to herself. -
 
:: Riana watched the others with interest as she saw Christy talk to Wyatt and watched the young servant for a moment, she had seen Ike put the pin on his lapel and smilled, there was a surten chemistry between those 2 and Riana felt happy for her good friend, noticing Wyatt looking at her she crooked a finger at him urging him to come closer ::

Riana: "Wyatt I have a favour to ask you, I know everyone gets a personal servant and I was given Mabel.. but I have the feeling she might not be what I am looking for.. "

Wyatt: "What do you mean mam? is Mabel not to your liking?

:: Letting out a soft thinklish laughter Riana shook her head ::

"Let's just say I have my eyes on another person to serve me"

:: Looking over her shoulder she locked eyes with David, the bartender was cleaning the bartop when he felt her looking at him he looked back flashing her another flashy smile, licking her suddenly dry lips Riana turned back to Wyatt before she spoke again ::

"I want him.. can you arange him to become my servant?"

:: Wyatt nodded and smiled at her ::

Wyatt: "Consider it done mam.. I'll get right on it"

:: Giving him a warm smile Riana nodded content ::

"Thank you Wyatt, I can see why Ikaris likes you so much"

:: Watching Wyatt blushing slightly she let out another laughter as she young man walked off ::
 
Morpheus' palace, Solano Beach, CA...

:: On a warm evening in Solano Beach 10 miles north of San Diego, Morpheus rests inside of his custom made spa, in the private confines of his Greek-style decor place. The palace was built to resemble a small part of Olympus, giving him a constant reminder of his old home. The slightly less than hot water bubbles over his chiseled lower body, filled up to his chest. His cleanly shaven head leans slightly backward as his arms are spread apart over the rim of the marble rim of the spa. His eyes are shut and relaxed, his mind clearing all thoughts of the battles he had experienced before and during his time as an MoE. Thoughts of Darkchilde enter his mind... ::

(It's too bad she is not in here with me...)

:: Soon after, a very attractive woman of latin-descent walks into his well-sized spa room, wearing a flowing white gown similar to that of the goddesses back on Olympus. Her raven-hair flows down her back and shines in the light of the recessed lighting above. She carries a black velvet envelope with a golden seal, in her hand. Morpheus slowly opens his eyes, looking into the woman's golden greenish eyes... ::

"What is it, Esmerelda?"

Esmerelda - "My lord, this just arrived for you..."

"Hmm?"

:: Esmerelda kneels down to the side of Morpheus, handing him the envelope as she positions herself behind him to massage his massive shoulders. Morpheus opens the envelope to find an invitation. As he reads, it is revealed that he is being summoned by Ikaris to his palace... The Introduction of the Hellfire Club... The titan raised his eyebrow... ::

(Interesting...)

"Very good Esmerelda, that will be quite enough. Bring me a towel... "

:: Morpheus hands her the envelope and slowly rises out of the spa, awaiting his towel. Esmerelda grabs the oversized beach towel before turning around and realizing that Morpheus now stood outside his spa, in the nude before her very eyes, startling the poor young lady... She squeeks and looks down to the marbled floor, her face bearing a small smile, blushing with a bit of embarassment as she hands the towel to the muscle-bound titan. Morpheus smiles at her reaction as he begins to dry himself off. He then wraps the towel around his waist, before his hand softly caresses Esmerelda's chin, making her look him in the eyes... ::

"Do not be embarrassed, it's only natural..."

Esmerelda - "But my lord..."

:: putting a finger to her full lips... :: "Shhhhh, it's ok..."

:: Then Morpheus smiles and winks at her before exiting the room, hearing Esmerelda let out a sigh behind him. He makes his way down the long hall to his well-proportioned dressing room... ::

(I wonder what I should wear for an occasion like this? Ahh... I've got it...)

:: Morpheus points to an Armani black velvet-looking suit from with a smoke-colored shirt, both the jacket and shirt with a banded collars and from the Fall/Winter 2003 collection. First his Kenneth Cole black silk boxer briefs with matching socks appear on him followed by the suit and then concluded by a pair of black, shiny leather Kenneth Cole square-toed shoes... ::

"Perfect..."

:: Sometime later, Morpheus arrives to the gates of the huge brownstone mansion on his black Ducati motorbike as he wanted to arrive with style and speed. He takes a good long look at mansion from afar... ::

"Magnificent... let's see what Ikaris wants with me..."
 
<< The White Queen continues to play cruel, yet erotic games with the male attending to the visitors in the formal ball room.......she and Ikaris exchange subtle yet devious looks with each other as their gathering seems to be going so well>>


<< the outside attendants quickly gather to recieve Morpheus.....who has arrived in a speedy, thunderous and stylish manner......Morpheus does not yet realize that the White Queen is in fact Farrah..but once he arrives inside he will soon find out there is more in store for him this night than he wouldve guessed>>
 
::As Devon wondered around the hall, he noticed a certain young girl following him behind nervously. As soon as he noticed her, Devon turns around to face her::

"What is it? You want something?"

Julis

"Um... Lord Devon? I'm supposed to be serving you... But you walk so fast... I can hardly catch up..."

Devon

"Eh? You've been following me all these while? Ah... ok... Go on..."

Julis

"If you please my Lord, i'll lead you upstairs to your chambers"

Devon

"That would be good."

::Followying Julis up the stairs, Devon finally arrived at a rather empty room::

"Thats my room?! What kind of condition is THAT?"

Julis

"No no my Lord. if you tell me how you want your room to be decorated, i'll have it done immediately"

Devon

"Oh... Well then, i'd like it very nature like. Make sure there're plants in there. Trees if possible. Basically, just make it seem like a real jungle, but of course i should be comfortable. Also, prepare a smaller bed by that corner over there. My dragon will be sleeping with me."

Julis

"Ok Sir, right away. It will be done swiftly."

Devon

"Oh, hey! Whats your name? I don't want to be calling you hey every time..."

Julis

"My name is not worth mentioning my Lord, but if it pleases you, i am called Julis."

Devon

"Very... Get going..."

::Having settled that with his newly found servant, Devon made his way around the mansion, with thoughts filling his mind. It all happened very quickly. But he naturally found himself very well adepted. Somehow, he wasn't hesistant about commanding people. Perhaps it is in his characteristic naturally. Not that he don't take oreders, he could do that with no problem, but he just needed a space to express his commandeering exterior, and this was the kind of respect he felt he should be given. Then, the servant called Julis came into his mind. For many years, Devon hadn't been attracted to anyone. It was mainly due to his arragont and aloof exterior, that prevented anyone from getting exactly close to him, and also prevented him to be attracted to anyone. His arrogance is his natural characteristic. And even if it was someone he loved, he'd still be like that. Thus, it is almost impossible to find a girl who is willing to be commanded by him. This Julis was different. She held great respect to him, and obeyed his every wimp. Devon could freely command her, and be his actual self. Though she was just a servant, this has somewhat made Devon interested in Julis. As he sorted out his thoughts, Devon walked nearly about every inch of the mansion, finally having seen the whole of it. He thought he should be getting back to the hall. Lazy to walk, a black spiral forms around Devon with a low rumbling noise as he dissapeared, and he reappears in the exact same fashion at a corner of the hall::

It appears i'm still not needed. Besides, i'm not even sure what is required of me as a white bishop. Perhaps i should just get a drink or something...

:: Devon then headed towards the bar counter, ordered a drink and drank slowly::
 
Wyatt returns from his duties of assigning the personal servants to their respective masters or mistresses and returns to speak with Kurama.

"Sir, there appears to be a slight problem with the assignment of a personal servant for you. I have spoken with Travis and while he would greatly enjoy being in your service, he is unwilling to share your service with your associate Paine and according to the terms of his contract with the Club, he is quite within his right to refuse. I should also tell you that all the servants have similar contracts and might also be disinclined to compete with anyone else for the honor of your attentions. Should I inquire for you? I'll leave you to consider."

Wyatt leaves Rama and rejoins Ikaris and the Black Queen as they sit upon their thrones conversing.

Ikaris:"...and knowing you as well as I do, my dear, when I saw the young man, I offered him a job on the spot. I hope he meets with your approval."

Ikaris notes Wyatt's return and the two converse for a couple of minutes, before Wyatt is sent out of the room. He reenters bearing something covered with a velvet cloth. He stands beside the dais holding the object.

Ikaris stands and announces in a very loud voice.
"Melody Come Forward!"

As Melody makes her way to the thrones, Ikaris gestures Wyatt forward.

Ikaris pulls the velvet cloth from the object revealing a sword resting on a pillow. He picks up the sword then in a lightning fast motion, has the tip of it resting beneath Melody's chin. The slightest pressure would cause the sword to pierce her throat.
Her eyes widen but she makes no other movement. Ikaris observes her for a moment as if making up his mind about something. The rest of the audience seems to be holding their collective breath.

"Grace under pressure, Melody. I am suitably impressed. Its a fine quality to have in a Knight. Will you join the Black Court as our Knight?"

Ikaris lowers the sword as he waits for the Siren to answer.
 
- The tides had turned as she soon heard her own name being called. She stepped forward as Melody found herself in the thrall of an incredibly sharp sword. The siren could feel the blade against her throat, and knew that any sudden movement would probably kill her. Melody stood, still... waiting for the next moment. She was a Master of keeping herself cool in situations of high anxiety, and this was definitely one of them. -

"Well.... target practice it is?"

- Melody thought to herself quiety as the blade was removed from her throat and Ikaris made her an offer that she could HARDLY refuse. She humorously rubbed her throat and smiled at Ikaris, seemingly shaking his hand as she parried him to the left, turned him around and in turn grabbed the sword herself, holding it in her hand, she liked the way it felt. The Siren cackled and obliged. -

"Of course I accept Ikaris, it'd be an honor!"

- The Siren bowed and jokingly handed the sword back to Ikaris, waiting for his response. -
 
:: Morpheus removed his helmet, revealing his neatly shaven head which reflected the full moon's light above. He hung his helmet on the side of his bike as he slowly stepped off, not taking his eyes off the huge gates that stood before him, even their sized dwarfed the 6'4" titan. Many attendants started to appear at the gate, as it slowly opened, ushering for Morpheus to enter. The titan tossed his keys to one of the attendants who then took his Ducati and parked it in the mansion's gigantic auto garage. Morpheus walked the long paths with attendants all around him, making his way toward the front door, looking around at all the exquisite structures that decorated the mansion's courtyard... ::

(Truly, a magnificent place, Ikaris has outdone himself...)
 
::Christy nods softly, smiling as she and Ike carry on their own conversation while the others mingle around... she occaisionally takes small sips from her flute of Daiquiri.... at the moment she is keeping her hunger at bay... and watching those appointed to the White court make the neccessary arrangements with their servants and quarters... she pats Ike on the knee gratefully with her free hand, flashing him a pearly smile...::

"Thank you for spending the time to find someone suitable... Oh... and let me assure you... I find him to be QUITE a specimen... he is a LOOKER... and the kid's spunky... and wild... but he hids it... he's being a proper gentleman in public...which is wise on his behalf... so far he follows directions well... but we shall see... i also hope he meets my approval... i will know by sunrise.... but i am quite confident that you've found a diamond in the rough indeed."

::the last bit of her sentence was with great conviction... as Christy watched Kal reenter the room with a confident swagger... he caught the eye of Christy... and smirked, speeding his step slightly... Christy's metallic blue eyes moved on, her glance stopping to watch Ikaris test Melody.. and then offer her the position of Knight... Christy nodded in agreement... Melody would do well in the position of Knight... Christy smiled as she thought about how Ike was strategically building quite the little army.... a court nearly overflowing itself with Powerhouse players... Kal was already by her side again, slightly hunching down to speak with her... she looked up, raising her eyebrows in question...::

Ti- "Yes? There weren't any problems were there?"

Kal- "No m'lady... the specifications you requested were followed... your chambers are nearly finished. They should be ready for you by the time you are."

Ti- "Very well... thank you."

Kal- "My Pleasure."

::Christy nodded... this one was just getting better and better.... and Christy scanned his mind secretively as he stood with his arms behind his back... like she told Ike... he was intrepid... and she could sense that something else was fighting to reach the top... his unchaste nature... which could quite possibly be after her own wanton heart.... perhaps she would draw him out later...::
 
Ikaris takes the sword back from Melody and smiles evilly at the Siren, and pointedly looks behind her where her solidified shadow is tapping her on the shoulder.

Ikaris:"Nicely done, Mel. We should spar some time."

Ikaris releases his hold on the shadow and it fades back to the floor. He hands the sword back to Wyatt who takes it back to its resting place.
 
::As Devon continued with his Vodka, he somewhat sensed a presence behind him. Turning his head, he notices Julis standing there meekly::

"Julis? What are you doing standing behind me like that?'

Julis

"Oh... My Lord was enjoying his drink. Julis didn't dare interrupt..."

Devon

"Oh... What is it?"

:: Devon was throughly enjoying all the attention and obedience he was receiving from Julis here. He then made up his mind to make her his permanant servant::

Julis

"Julis has had Lord Devon's room's decor patterns sent out. It is currently being prepared. So Julis is back here. Does the Lord have any more instructiopns?"

Devon

"Oh... You serve me well Julis. Just stay at my side. I'll speak to Lord Ikaris's servant Wyatt and get him to make you my permanant servant."

:: Devon than stood up and made his way towards Wyatt. Upon nearing him, he beckond to Wyatt to catch his attention who moves up to him::

Wyatt

"You need something?"

Devon

"Wyatt is that right? I am told to inform you if i have found a suitable servant. Julis here is doing fine. I'd like her to stay by my side"

Wyatt

"No problem sir. It is done."

::Wyatt then took his leave and made his way to attend to his matters::

Devon

"Well, Julis, it appears you will be following me now. I expect you to serve me well. I don't have any orders for you now. I'm not an unreasonable person. If you like, you can go attend to your own matters. I'll summon you when i need you. Otherwise, just stay by my side."

Julis

"Your servant wouldn't dare leave your side my Lord. Julis will stay here. Should you need anything, Julis will have it done right away."

Devon

"Very well. I'll head back to my drink now."

:: Devon then made his way back to his seat and continued savouring his Vodka while Julis simply stood some distance from him. Devon was very pleased with Julis here. She was so obedient it was exactly how Devon had hoped to be. Someone to obey his every command and intuiatively serve him well. He was indeed begining to like this girl. ::
 
:: Riana looked around the ballroom everyone seemed to have a great time, smiling to herself she got of her barstool giving David a little wink, she walked over to the buffet picking up some grapes she slowly ate them, picking up some more various fruits she enjoyed the taste of the fruits and moved trough the room ::

Time for some exploring

:: Walking into one of the large coridors she moved into the hall looking at the painting that were hanging from the walls she regoniced some of the great masters hanging there, Renior and Rembrand as well as one of Karel Apel's painting, Ikaris sure had great taste when it came to the finer things in live ::

"I think I will like it here very much.. now lets find out what more this place has to offer"

:: Walking on she came to two large glass doors, an light blue light came from inside and a big smile crept across Riana's face ::

"Ike hun.. you're a man to my heart"

:: Pushing open the doors a large oval shaped pool was revealed, the water calling to her Riana waved her hand her clothes changing to an Aqua colored D&G bikini the material slightly shimmering in the light, kneeling down next to the water Riana moved her fingers trough it for a moment softly talking to it, the water seemed to rimple and move towards her as she did, sliding in she disappeared between the surface to emerge a few moments later ::

"Mmmm now this is more like it"

:: Swimming a few laps before she drifted relaxed on her back, her eyes closed, Riana was in her element and it showed her blond hair had turned light blue and her skin had become a little translucent to the view, opening her eyes they had turned a bright blue giving of a soft glow, suddenly the water around her moved a bit Riana had noticed this but didn't react she knew who was in the pool with her... David ::
 
What is this...?

:: Maia opened an invitation recieved from Ikaris. With an arched eyebrow she made her entrance ::

:: A large crack ripped through the front grounds of the Mansion, as blood red smoke seaped in from it, spiraling slowly into a midsized horizontal tornado. As it spun faster and faster as seconds passed by, a faint image of the figure of a tall alluring woman and a horse materialized inside. She rode through the spinning cyclone, unharmed, just before it returned to where it had come from. The crack closed quickly, as if there were nothing there at all. Maia looked up at the address of the Mansion, and raised her eyebrow slightly as she gazed at it's amazing beauty. She nodded. This is the place.... Whistling softly, she signaled for her gorgeous wild white horse, Fi Lai to stop at the front gates. Leaping off, her outfit was straightened out. ::

:: She wore this outfit with her hair in perfect spirals that belled past her shoulders perfectly, lightly tossed and french crimson stillettos with black accents that matched the color of her lipstick and gloss. On her ears she wore diamond chandelier earrings and around her ring finger she proudly wore her pink/white diamond engagement ring. She had never looked more elegant until now... As she stroked Fi Lai's hair, she smiled as the horse rode off into the distance, knowing if Maia would need her again, she would come running back. The Siren turned around and pushed through the gates making her way into the Mansion. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. Her body was soon bathed into crimson red orbs and shimmers as she dissipitated and reappeared where Ikaris and Melody were ::

"You called...?"

:: She said with an arched eyebrow ::
 
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