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Hell, The Purgatory Castle: Assemble Room, Time: 8:00 AM
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Within the imposing walls of the castle, a grand assembly room sprawled before them. Arrayed within this chamber were numerous demons, attired in an assortment of butler and maid outfits, standing in orderly lines.
Overseeing this assembly, perched upon a dais, was a figure that held an air of authority.
This individual bore a distinctive appearance: her hair cascaded in purple twin-tails, and her attire a refined black suit adorned with a vibrant red shirt.
She was Ameria Kiloran, the formidable Warchief of Hell.
With a commanding presence, Ameria addressed the assemblage. Her voice resonated throughout the chamber as she issued her orders.
"Attention, everyone! This castle must be maintained in impeccable condition. I demand a thorough cleaning from each one of you!"
Her instructions were met with resounding affirmation, the collective response being a chorus of "YES, MA'AM!"
Dividing her attention, Ameria continued her directives. "Designated butlers will be responsible for the left side, while the maids will oversee the right side. Dismissed!" Her decree was acknowledged with solemn salutes from those present, their gestures serving as a testament to their unwavering allegiance.
With that, they dispersed to carry out their tasks, demonstrating a dedication to upholding the immaculate appearance of the castle.
Ameria's voice rang out sharply, laden with authority. "And just what, might I ask, are you up to, Hellhound?" Her gaze shifted to her left, where a distinct figure stood, attired similarly to Ameria her own.
This individual possessed medium-length hair styled with layered, side-swept bangs. He was none other than Deydan, the enigmatic Rogue Hellhound. A hint of defiance lingered in his demeanor.
"I don't exactly take orders, Ameria," Deydan retorted, his lips curling around a cigarette he had just lit.
The tendrils of smoke wafted upward, merging with the shadows. "Besides, I'm occupied with my affairs." He met her gaze with an air of nonchalance.
Observing his stance, Ameria's attention was diverted as Deydan produced a bundle of newspapers from the outside world.
He extended the papers towards her. "This is for you," he stated, his tone carrying a sense of detachment.
Ameria's expression shifted to a mixture of acknowledgment and comprehension. "I presume this is a request from The Queen," she mused aloud, her gaze fixed upon the papers that Deydan had presented. He nodded, affirming her assumption.
"Very well," Ameria declared, her decision made. She took the newspapers into her possession, her movements decisive.
"I shall deliver these to Her Majesty." With that declaration, she began navigating the corridors to the chambers reserved for their queen. Deydan trailed her, his presence a shadowy echo of her determined strides.
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Hell, The Purgatory Castle: The Queen Library, Time: 8:10 AM
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Deep within the heart of the Hell Ruler's Castle lies the Queen's Library. This chamber exudes an aura of mystique, where ancient tomes and forbidden scrolls are meticulously organized on towering bookshelves.
Soft illumination from mystical orbs casts an eerie glow, revealing intricately designed carpets that lead to alcoves for solitary study.
The air carries the scent of old leather and ink, while the rustling of pages and hushed whispers of scholars fill the space.
At the center stands an obsidian desk, where the Queen herself delves into centuries-old tomes, surrounded by artifacts that exude an otherworldly aura.
The Queen's Library is a sanctuary for seekers of forbidden knowledge, an enigmatic realm where curiosity leads to the shadows of the unknown.
Amidst the quiet corridors of the library, Lucia Showmend, The Queen of Hell, was immersed in her reading, her crimson eyes fixated on the pages before her.
The soft flicker of candlelight illuminated the room, casting an otherworldly glow upon the tomes that surrounded her.
A voice interrupted her focus. "My Queen, forgive my intrusion," said Ameria, bowing respectfully at the entrance. Lucia looked up, her expression serene yet commanding.
"What is it, Brain?" she inquired, her voice carrying an air of authority.
"It seems that Deydan has brought some newspapers for your perusal, for your study of humanity of course," Ameria informed Lucia, presenting the newspapers with a respectful gesture. Lucia accepted the papers with a nod, her crimson eyes scanning the headlines.
"I appreciate your assistance," Lucia acknowledged her tone regal and composed.
"I shall leave you to your reading, Your Majesty," Ameria said, bowing before turning to make her exit.
Alone in the Queen's library, Lucia shifted her focus from her current book to the newspaper. As she delved into the articles, a particular headline caught her attention—the chaos surrounding King Morgan's murder at the hands of S Enterprise.
Lucia's eyebrows furrowed as her mind began to piece together the unfamiliar name. 'S Enterprise... What is this organization?' she wondered, her thoughts spinning. Did Sugar fail to do his mission?
A minute passed as she delved deeper into the information presented before her. The realization finally dawned on her—it was Sugar's Enterprise.
That would mean Sugar was deliberately seeking attention and making a statement. She knows that she gave her order for him to kill Morgan but it will have to be a silent one.
Lucia let out a sigh, attempting to quell the brewing frustration within her. She rose from her seat and made her way to the balcony that offered a view of her domain.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself for what was to come.
"SUGARRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Lucia's voice thundered, shaking the very foundations of Hell itself. The force of her roar echoed through the infernal realm, sending a clear message that her anger was not to be taken lightly.
'Oh, when I confront him tonight, he will hear some choice words,' Lucia's thoughts seethed with unadulterated fury. She was determined to make Sugar understand the consequences of his actions, and she had every intention of delivering that lesson directly and uncompromisingly.
As Lucia's furious voice reverberated through Hell, two figures stood concealed behind a grand pillar, observing their sister's wrath with differing expressions.
Sid, the embodiment of Hell's wrath, was an imposing figure with bulging muscles that strained against his ebony skin. His crimson eyes burned with an intense fire, matching the molten surroundings of their domain.
He wore a simple yet rugged attire—a sleeveless black tunic with fiery motifs that accentuated his powerful build.
His wild mane of red hair flowed freely down his back, a stark contrast to his stern countenance. Despite his formidable strength, Sid was known for his impulsiveness and prideful nature, often rushing into situations without much forethought.
On the other hand, Carmin stood in stark contrast, exuding an air of intelligence and calm. Clad in a robe woven from an ethereal black fabric that seemed to absorb the surrounding light, Carmin projected an aura of mysticism.
His sapphire eyes, sharp and penetrating, watched Lucia's outburst with a thoughtful gaze. A silver amulet, adorned with intricate symbols of power, hung from a chain around his neck.
His pale skin contrasted with his raven-black hair, which he tied back in a neat ponytail. As the priest of Hell, Carmin's insights into the metaphysical were unparalleled, and his wisdom often guided the decisions made within the realm.
Carmin leaned in slightly, whispering to Sid, "Lucia certainly seems incensed. It appears that Sugar has managed to ignite her ire once again."
Sid merely grunted in response, his attention wavering as he flexed his immense muscles. "She's always babysitting that mischievous troublemaker. Don't know why she bothers."
"Ah, Sid, you never fully grasp the nuances," Carmin replied with a knowing smile. "Lucia sees something in Sugar that the rest of us might overlook. Perhaps it's his potential for change, buried beneath all that audacity."
Sid's brow furrowed, not fully comprehending Carmin's words, but he chose not to press the matter further.
As the tumultuous scene continued before them, the two brothers shared a silent understanding—each playing their roles in Hell's intricate balance, one representing its fury and the other embodying its depth of understanding.
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Sylanwood, Path toward Diremaw, Time: 8:00 AM
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"ACHOO!"
Sugar then sneezed loudly but not loudly enough for The Lucky Inquisitors to hear him. "I feel like I just angered a god," Sugar noted, sensing that repercussions might follow later.
"Do I need to fetch you some medicine, professor?" November asked, reaching for a potion from the shelf that suspiciously contained an eyeball.
"Ew!" Toodies looked on with disgust at the concoction she was about to administer.
"No, no. I'll be fine. Just focus on catching up with them," Sugar stated, grabbing a tissue to blow his nose.
As the golden wagon continued to trail behind The Lucky Inquisitors stealthily, Sugar braced himself for whatever consequences his sneeze might bring.
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