'Don't.... just don't,' Her brother's words echoed in her head as she strolled down the hallway of the gothic castle.He hadn't spoken to her since the then, what's worse is Eve the succubus kept glaring at her, She resisted the temptation to humour the demon.'I won't give him more reason to doubt me,' She promised herself.They had just finished their Games and were having supper with the Lord, Venison, Custard pie and other assortment of foods Cece didn't care for, They all tasted like Bile in her mouth, Cas' words really hit her hard.She zoned out through most of the meal, only ever glancing up once in a while at Dorkus' Bellow or Derrick's laughter, the two seemed to hit it off nicely, ' Dwarfs and Giants doing a Drinking Contest... how cliche,' She scanned her environment, taking in the gothic style of the room, The grinning Gargoyles that hung over the arches, The long dark fluffy curtains, the black oily walls, Dark,Dark and Dark all around her.'This man really likes his Bl

Cece and Cas had been summoned to the Gastard's Office by first light, They entered the chamber with their Cylinder and Spectre along with all sorts of ghastly looking tools for the Blood pact. 'My Baby really came in prepared' She thought as she stroked the curved glass dagger he had given her for the ritual. She looked around the room and noticed a book shelf filled with Ominous book titles such as 'Bane if Kings' and 'The Headless emperor last stand', She looked around and noticed more Gothic Aesthetics. From the skull shaped chair by his table to the Black walls that leaked red fluids, the entire thing was off putting for Cece. "Pass me the book!" Cas snapped her back to place, she was startled but she regained her composure and did as he said, passing him the brown leather book. Her brother chanted some words, mostly nonsensical rubbish, Gastard wouldn't know the difference, he was far too pleased to care. 'Look at him, He's beaming!' She thought looking at the lord when the

Cecelia screamed! Etching back, barely dodging Fil's blade as it grazed her left brow. She touched the top of her head and felt the blood trickling down from it, she looked upon her attacker and saw a manic look in his eyes. "Wha-!? wait! stop! what are you doing!?" She twisted and rolled as the elf continued with his relentless attack, above her, she could hear the evil cackling of that vile Succubus. "He must really despise you, It normally takes a lot of effort to charm one of !" "This is your doing?" "Of course! I am a Succubus afterall, charming and dominating men is my specialty, I had thought one of Creeda's Faithful, more so an elf would be hard.... but it seems his hatred if you really helped ease things!" Cece paled, "Since.... when?" Eve grinned, "The Banks! I'm surprised you didn't notice me slip right through! Oh and don't bother calling the others for help! They're mine as well! Now my slave.... Broke her!" Cecelia didn't let him have the chance, quick as cat, sh

Cecelia was entranced. She stared at the otherworld beauty in front her, afraid that even looking away for a moment would cause her to vanish. The Lady was 4m tall, with long straight hair, half black, half white, her eyes were hidden behind her long bangs but long thin purple horns the protruded from her forehead. Her nose was small and cute, her jawline was perfectly sculptured and ears were long thin and very fairy like. She had Feathery Draconic wings, As black as night, they ruffled everytime she moved, her figure was ridiculous! All emphasis were on her curves, especially her bosom! Her glass milky white skin was near translucent, Cecelia was certain it wasn't just because of her being a projection, this woman.... her skin was just this beautiful.... She wore dark make up and her long nails were also painted black. But her dress was a long white Kimono, with patterns of laughing skulls printed onto them, she wore a crown made of black crystal bones on top her head. The L

It was Biblical.The skies were littered with scores of Burning white light and An Evil purplish hue.The two opposing forces danced around, punishing their nemesis for claiming authority in their various spaces.Fire and Brimstone, Ashes and dust, crazed laughter overwhelmed her senses.There were cries of iron and steel, Pools of red and black, and debris of ruined buildings surrounding Cecelia.She quickly regretted her decision of braving the outside, she turned to face the Spectres.... alas her guards had already departed, they joined their brethren in the night sky.Cecelia swore she could hear their sinister cackle as they raced to the heavens above, she sighed as her best chance of protection sailed away from her.She squinted her one good eye and looked around, There was fire slowly rising, all the buildings around her were on fire, Screams of desperate citizens trying to find safety.Ash and smoke clouded her vision, fleeing Pedestrians knocked off her feet, fruitlessly sear