Multiple Settings Helpful Sins - The Bonding

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Esmeralda Torres

Daughter of Wrigdelia​

Location
Small Dining Room

Interaction
Nevara Elvira (Gluttony) Tori Bradley

Mention
Strangers, lots of strangers
iShyShy Nona Tori Bradley

Outfit
Coat and Pullover with simple jeans.

Her blue gaze had eye for nothing but those sweets in front of her. This had to be perfect. Her hand hovered over the cake as she moved closer and closer to the middle of it, before lowering the sugar pitch fork. She let it go and straightened up. The last detail in place, right in time, as there suddenly as a male voice so cruelly breaking the peaceful silence. She almost knocked over a chair in her quick manner to create some distance between them again. He had startled her as she had been so focused she hadn't heard a sound around her. Her eyes widened like a dear caught in headlights or a rabbit looking at a predator. That was how she felt. Like a hamster looking up at a starved streetcat. Her heart racing way too fast, even though the male had made no move closer towards her.

Her fingers were curled around the back of the hard wooden chairs so tightly her knuckles had turned white. She could hear him talk. English. A language she knew. A language she could speak. But her voice... Oh she was more mute than Ariel after the little mermaid had received her legs and could finally gaze upon prince Eric. Not that this male looked like prince Eric at all. For starters he was blond. With long hair. And he was not a prince. Or she doubted he was. Even so, she didn't really have an answer to his question either way. She doubted it. She had not seen her customers yet, so she wasn't sure if the cakes were allowed to be eaten yet. It was not as if she would dare to stop him if he did. So she shrugged. Her grip on the chair relaxed a bit, though she stayed on high alert. Just because he was not showing any interest in her, didn't mean he could be trusted.

Just as Esmeralda was slowly getting over the first shock a complete different voice boomed up behind her. Female though. But with so much power, it frightened her all the same. She looked over towards the intimidating woman, who brougth forth an even more frightening message. She was gonna collect everyone and bring them here. You knew this was gonna happen from the start, Esmee. she scolded herself mentally. Yet the fact that it was now actually happening scared her more than she would have thought. She had hoped to at least meet up with her customers on beforehand. And perhaps even idle thought she could just give them a list with what cake was what, before hiding away. It was obviously too late to make an escape now, even though the intimidating woman was already on her way again. To gather more people.

Her racing heart was truly going crazy now as she let go of the chair with one hand to press it against her chest. She attempted to take deep calming breaths, just like her therapist had told her. Her eyes sliding towards the cakes as she tried to concentrate on them. She repeated the names, the sins, they stood for, which ingredients she had used and how she had made the cakes. She just hoped the blonde male didn't mind having lousy company she was. Esmeralda actually managed to calm herself a bit by the third round of her little mantra of cake names and ingredients, when someone started chattering. Again, she had not noticed anyone entering. What was it with these people? Were they related to cats? Ghosts? Her eyes had widened again as she looked at the brunette, a rather stunning lady actually. At least females were easier to talk to and she gave a soft nod to confirm that she indeed had made these.

Her cornflower blue gaze slid towards the ground when she was complimented, her cheeks heating up a bit. Yes, she was aware of her talents, but still she couldn't get used to the praise she recieved. She wasn't worth it? At least she didn't believe she was worth this amount of praise. The woman turned towards the male for a moment. The two of them knew each other. Alan. She made sure to remember that name as the woman turned back to her. She looked at the hand that was offered to her, before she gently took it. Nevara. Oh, how easily she would get lost in those hazel eyes. The color of them rather stunning as it seemed to be ever changing. "Esmee or Esmeralda," she whispered. Her voice really wasn't louder than a whisper. It was a miracle she was producing any sound to begin with.

She was holding on much longer than necessary to that hand of the other. This woman had a nice soft and warm skin, she noticed, until the moment got ruined. Again. And again by a males voice. She jolted a bit as she turned, almost hiding behind the female now, standing diagonally behind her. Her grip on those hand tightened, before she had let go. Oh wow. Her eyes sliding over the male that came in. Far more intimidating than the blonde Alan. His shirt see throught and that easy going smile. That bode nothing well. He was not alone either as he seemed to refer to another male and luckily a female as well. Still, they had grown into a group of six people now. And there were still. Eight to come, including that intimidating woman from before. She swallowed as her voice said its goodbyes again, her eyes sliding down to the ground again. Oh how she wished it could just swallowe her. Or she could hide in the shadows. Or became one with the walls. All three of it sounding such wonderful alternatives to staying here with all these strangers.

Spoiler: The Cakes

Diablo - Southern-style red velvet, Oreo creamcheese frosting.

Envy - Pistachio-walnut cake, honey-vanilla buttercream,
honey drizzle, roasted pistachios.

Gluttony - Dark chocolate chip cake, salted caramel filling,
crushed peanuts, peanut butter frosting, chocolate ganache drizzle

Greed - Brown sugar-butter cake, white chocolate ganache filling,
salted caramel buttercream, caramel drizzle, white chocolate curls.

Lust - Strawberry cake, chocolate ganache filling, strawberry
buttercream, ganache drizzle, fondant heart.

Pride - Almond-coconut cake, raspberry preserve filling, almond
buttercream, raspberry drizzle, toasted almonds.

Sloth - Dark chocolate stout cake, molasses buttercream, brown
sugar garnish.

Wrath - Spiced chocolate-chili cake, cinnamon-whisky infused
chocolate buttercream, chocolate curls, cinnamon candy.

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Calag Isagani Buenaventura

He loves how the human had reacted to his words. It's part of his nature, it's how he was taught to interact with being by his father. And while it seems that Mikhail, a name he vocally praised to be quite exquisite and fitting for the young man, already seems to be head over heels at him, Calag is having way too much fun that he unintentionally have a devilish smile on his lips. He eased his grip on Misha, thinking about what to say to his questions.

Lightly touching his skin, he gave out a low yet thoughtful humm. It's not like he can just announce himself as a prince, and a demon no less. What would be the perfect sob of a story? He didn't want to use the old ones like the son of a CEO of a billion-dollar company or a model for one of the biggest magazines, those things make him look like the perfect leading man of a rom-com drama that just swoops the main character's feet with his charms.

"Well, I like to keep myself a mystery for those who I just met and soon to meet. It makes me more interesting, yes?" He gave soft laughter that reached his eyes. Hopefully, he'd take that as an answer to his question. If not, well there is always a back-up plan. "Not to worry though, my dear Misha. I'm always in Santa's Nice list so you don't have to worry about me having a bad track record. Mara can vouch for me." He claimed, slowly walking towards Mara but stopped when he was in an equal space near the two. This was a chance for Misha and Mara to connect with each other if they can. While, yes, finding a servant as soon as possible is what every heir would want Calag isn't one to just hog one for himself, it's not in his nature.

Calag was about to answer the second question after Mara did but was cut off by an intimidating voice that he knew could only be from one and one person only. Alma, the heir of Wrath. The Prince was quick to turn and gave a flashy smile towards the woman. "Ah, Alma. Wonderfull-"

"Follow the doorway I entered through into the kitchen and through there into the dining room. I’ll get the others and meet you there shortly to get things started.” With that, she left as he stared a bit dumbfounded that he didn't even let him greet her. "Thank you!" The woman yelled after what seemed like a hesitation to leave.

"Hmm. That was odd of her." The statement was more for Mara to comment on rather than to Misha. He whipped his body back to the two and gave a light shrug and his always charming smile, unfazed by Alma's earlier presence. "Very unlike of Alma to act as such but we all heard her. Shall we go to the dining room and continue this conversation later? I, for one, am quite thirsty." He claimed, giving a secretive wink at Misha then motioned for the two to follow as he has made a quick trip around earlier before meeting the young human and Mara finding them both.

He leads the group from the ballroom to the kitchen then the main dining hall where a lovely set of cakes where arranged, the sight of other mortals and heirs made him wonder who would get who in the near future. He greeted everyone in the room, "Well, isn't this a fine ensemble of people. A pleasure to meet your acquaintances." He did a slight bow, dramatic of him but he has always had that tendency. Unlike his best friend, which he has yet to see. "Alan, hello. Nevara looking ravishingly delicious in that outfit of yours." His tone was cheerful and with a sideglance, he saw something that immediately set his mood to slightly irritated now I gotta keep at least a neutral expression so I don't scare away the others with my grudge. "Nic." It was all he could say as a greeting.

You'd think he wouldn't hold a grudge for something like that but he does. The Prince of Envy knew that he liked Mara moreso than what the woman likes to think and he had the audacity of wooing her when it was clear as day that he felt nothing for the young heir of Greed. No. He didn't want to think about that, not here and not now. He turned his head to the table and was truly amazed by the artistry of the delectables before him. "This cakes and cupcakes are marvelous," His eyes were wide in amazement until he noticed the woman somewhat hiding behind Nevara. "Forgive me, is something wrong? You look quite disturbed."

outfit || location: ballroom > main dinning hall || interactions: DarkiusHeavenstein Nona iShyShy Tori Bradley

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Luka Rhaeldrson


A sigh escaped her pink lips, she had a bad habit of sighing out loud the past few years. Where the cab had dropped her off seemed like a half an hour stroll on her part. The city was farther away, and she wasn't really in the mood to go an walk for hours when it was already getting dark. Her best bet was the ruins in front of her, if it was a ruin or not it's a better place than the dirt path she's walking on. Trying to get any sort of signal while walking ended up with nothing as she listened to the songs on her smartphone. The music was upbeat, while she wasn't really the cheery type of person she loved hearing this type of music. All types music, if she's being honest. Before she could even notice her steps matched the rhythm of the song, a minute into it she was already swaying her hands, dancing whilst carrying the knapsack on her back and the duffel bag slung around her.

Then came the next song and she was singing. These kind of moments fill her being with temporary happiness and she relishes every part of it because once it's gone all that's left is the heavy burden that seem to weigh her back.

"Habataitara modoranai to itte," She sung from the top of her lungs. "Mezashita no wa aoi aoi ano sora." She continued singing as if she was performing the song herself with crowds who chanted her name. She missed it, the rush of adrenaline, the contagious energy of fans. What happened? Life happened. By the time she was almost done with the song, she heard the cries of a woman nearby, despite the music that was blasting to her ears. It wasn't everyday you see something like this. The figure in front of her had the prettiest of hair, despite her puffed eyes, tear stained cheeks, she was still unbelievably pretty. Even so, she didn't know what to do in this sort of situation.

Does she walk over to the woman and ask why? Does she leave the woman be? That would be really mean but it would save her the trouble. She took a hesitant step, mouth opening then closed. What would she even say? She took another step, casually asking asking, "Hey, you alright over there?" Her voice was laced with a slight Japanese accent and an unsure tone. She almost shrieked when the woman responded with a shrill, but she didn't. If she did they'd both be screaming for nothing.

Then another woman came. Though she was pretty, a delicate face, the aura she portrayed was that of strength. A slight intimidation with the way she walked and the way she stood. Her words with the crying woman was gentle, Luka watched the scene unfold and she found it... cute? Or amusing that the green eyed woman immediately stopped and looked enchanted. It was an endearing sight if nothing else. Of course it was ruined by the very moment the woman bellowed about dinner and cakes. She could only blinked, So people actually live here. Why was she inviting me? I won't say no to free food... She shook her head and ran to the two. She thought that maybe this is Hotel Cest La Vie. That's it's the Hotel's way of being unique.

She didn't speak back to the puff eyed woman, only giving a nod. "So... are you a staff? Don't staff wear uniforms rather than leather jacket and pants?" It wasn't some sarcastic question or anything. She was just curious. This whole scenario didn't feel normal after all.
outfit || location: outside of the chateau > following Alma|| interactions: myself iShyShy

 

[iShyShy]

Zach Karahalios

Son of Viserylor

location: Kitchen -> Small Dining Room

with: Nevara, Esme, Nic, Colt, Calliope, Calag

tags: Tori Bradley DarkiusHeavenstein Nona Colorless Spectrum

outfit: Casual

His smile was met with an entrancingly mischievous grin as the woman he had followed slowly turned to face him. She definitely looked to be similar to a client he had worked with before. The way she was holding the wine glass in her hand as she spoke told him that she was probably a VIP. She was stunning to look at and gave off the aura that she enjoyed having fun her way. Play into that.

He had his plan set in place but quickly lost sight of it when she responded to his daring comment with a flirtatious one of her own. Her voice was so enticing as she easily tempted him that he couldn't help his smile growing wide with excitement. Who could really blame him for getting lost in the moment as he looked into her hazel eyes? Maybe being dropped off here wouldn't be so bad after all. He took a small step toward her after she asked who he was and right as he was about to speak someone marched into the room from behind him. He partially turned around to see the most confident woman he had ever laid eyes upon physically invading the space between him and the first woman he had been flirting with by grabbing the bottle of wine off the counter. The new woman seemingly had no interest in sticking around and only intended to command them into doing her bidding. That was the person he knew he should fear and avoid. His throat felt tight as he waited for the woman to pass through. The woman in a dazzling dress had not said anything to the newcomer either and before Zach knew it, the woman left and had the guts to wink at him. Bad sign! I do not want to go into her room. No way no- That was one of the most worrying things that could come to mind right now. The first woman did not seem to get along with the one who passed through. Not only did her face blatantly show it since it changed from happy and flirty to angry and annoyed but she confirmed it by telling him that she found the other 'insufferable'. That's a heavy word to him. Before he had a full moment to process what just happened the woman requested he follow her and he did so immediately. “Uh ma'am! I haven't gotten your name!” She seemed more focused on moving rooms than listening to him so he just followed closely behind her as they went into the dining room.

Following her down the steps, he was curious about who the angry woman had been referring to. Was it staff and clients? Was this something worse than he had ever been forced to be part of? The women obviously didn't like each other. Whatever was happening he needed to find a way out. The woman he was following stopped in her tracks and Zach practically tripped around her in his attempt to avoid bumping into her full force. He regained his balance against the nearby wall with a small 'oof' and stood up to gather himself as he took in the room. The woman he had met was staring at the table. It was set with delicious looking cupcakes and a large cake. It seemed like it was prepared specifically for some event. She should know about it if she's leading part of whatever this is he has gotten wrapped up in. In a swift movement his only companion had stepped up to a stunning red headed woman who apparently had made the sweets that laid on the table before them. The brown haired woman introduced herself as Nevara to the red head and Zach couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he wasn't lucky enough to get the woman's name earlier. Maybe she was more interested in women. The red head didn't seem to respond to the introduction though and seemed to hide behind Nevara when more people joined the room.

Zach looked to his side and was startled by the blond male who was literally standing directly beside him. The male had made no sound and Zach didn't know he was there until he had just looked. “Whoa, man. Warn a guy please.” He took a quick breath then looked at the people who had just entered. A man in a see through shirt and winning smile, a male with white hair and a woman who seemed way too timid to be voluntarily walking into the room. Zach held his head in one hand as he tried to mentally work through what was happening. Why would all these people be here? They don't look like the type of crowd normally involved with the underground. At least, not from his experience. What is going on?

The see through shirted male then started pulling out chairs for the people he walked in with. There were barely enough chairs for the people present so who was allowed a spot? Maybe that guy was in a similar spot as Zach and the women seemed to be in charge. Except that idea was shot down since the white haired male was also offered a seat. There was no making sense of things and Zach just gave up and asked the room. “Can someone tell me what's going on please?”

His question having fallen on deaf ears yet again, another group was already entering the room. The space was filling quickly and this time a flamboyant male caught everyone's attention with a grandiose greeting and a bow. Awkward. Okay. Zach threw the male a small head bow in response as he listened to the male then speak to people directly. The silent blond male is named Alan and he already knew Nevara. Apparently this new person and the see through shirted male, Nic, were not on good terms since the greeting held no emotion of joy or energy it held for the others. Then this new male commented on the cakes again but seemed to be concerned for the red headed woman. This only added to Zach's confusion. That red head is probably new to this game and it is not easy to get into. Zach knew that from experience. Even though he still has no idea that he is completely wrong about the reason as to why he's here.

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[Nona]

• Avanti Kulkarni •​

Princess of Pride | Room 5
Location | Small Dining Room
Interaction | Everyone in the room
Tags | DarkiusHeavenstein Colorless Spectrum iShyShy Tori Bradley
Outfit | ❈

It was a little disappointing to Avanti that it wasn't her turn to host this event. Because if she did it was would be sure to try and make it the best event yet, but alas it was the kingdom of wraths turn to take charge. She would not pout though for she was not petty. She was pride and petty was admitting ones pride was hurt and goodness she would rather be shoved into the depths of the soul river and held there than to admit such a thing. Instead she just focused on getting ready and heading off. She would make her parents prouder of her than they already were. She was the only heir, her parents too proud of their little bundle of joy when she arrived to even dream of having another that could be better. She was told she was the best and by goodness she believed it. So of course when it was time for her to go her mother and father were right there, showering her with affection and wishes of good luck. Her father making the biggest scene out of the two of course as he too was royal of Pride. Her mother hailed from the Kelleyanka family and was the quieter of the two, but since their own bonding event after he had decided she was the best human and nothing was going to change his mind about having the best and many many years together she was well used to him dragging her right into the spotlight with him and going along with his dramatics to the point of endearment. "Good luck Dear" her mother said softly with a smile "Go on, Avanti and bring yourself back the best just like I did." Her father said with a grin as he put an arm around his wife and Avanti nodded "I plan to. Goodbye Mother. Goodbye Father." she said as she gave both of them a kiss on the cheek before waving and stepping into the portal.

She was later than the others. She was sure if it. Oh well. She deemed it fashionably late. Not acceptable if she was running the event of course, she would have been here hours early to make sure things were perfect otherwise but again. She was not in charge this time so fashionably late was fine for her. She could definitely strut in with energy and gusto that way. That always cheered her up and kept her spirits high. She was honestly a little excited to meet most of the other heirs too. She'd get to see her best friend, the always entertaining prince of Lust and she'd get to pinch little Mara's cheeks, she was just a youngster compared to the others in Avanti's eyes so she couldn't help but dote on her a little and of course Nic, the prince of Envy would be there too, it was always fun to poke at him and watch him get irritated, though she never actually did it out of malice. The two had bikered since they were children and it probably wasnt going to change any time soon.

Before any of that though she'd need to find out were everyone was in this big castle first. She had arrived on the roof terrace of the building. She already was scolding in her head about the placement of the portal. Who's idea was that? Imagine placing her right on top of the building so she have to take the staircase the whole way down in these heels? Why not the front door? She felt like she was sneaking in. No matter. She'd bite her tounge and start her search of the others. It would take a bit seeing as she had missed Alma's role call.

She continued to stairs to the ground floor, noticing voices getting closer as she done so. Said voices leading her to a dining room and it seemed as though everyone was there...did she hesitate about going in and interrupting? Hell no. She was invited here! She instead, readjusted herself because of course she had to look right and the pushed open the door and immediately strutting in and announcing herself.

"Evening~" she greeted in a sing-song tone and a dazzling smile "I hope I'm not to late!" She 110% knew she was late by the time she had gotten here and no, she was not apologising. She stopped at the table and clasped her hands together as she looked around the room at all the humans. Most demons would refer to them as weak but interesting creatures they were to Avanti, she always had a soft spot for them and their different habits and cultures perhaps that was why she would visit earth atleast once a decade.

"Ah~ So many new faces!" She said as she finished her scan of the room, clearly feeling no qualms about having to face a crowd of strangers. With her hands still clasped together her eyes drifted down to the sweet treats. Did Alma bring these? She didn't think so. She turned her attention back up to the group, unsure of who supplied them. She couldn't tell which of these humans stuck out to her just yet but she was going to soon enough she was sure. "I look forward to getting to know you all"

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[iShyShy]

Alma Cole

Princess of Wrath

location: Chateau Outdoors -> Small Dining Room

with: Willow and Luka then everyone. Ends with Esme

tags: DarkiusHeavenstein Tori Bradley Colorless Spectrum Nona

outfit: No Studs

The weeping woman on the ground at Alma's feet had been staring up at her with a face so so incredibly blank that Alma mentally sighed. She's used to this type of reaction but did not expect it from a woman who was grieving only moments earlier. Even so, she maintained the kind composure and strong stance with her hand reached out to offer help. A few seconds later it seemed that things had set in for the attractive mortal and she accepted the assistance and allowed Alma to pull her onto her feet. The woman still seemed weak for some reason after being offered everything she could possibly need. To her comment, Alma was blunt with her explanation.“It's my responsibility to take care of my guests!” She said it in an almost 'matter of fact' tone. It was then Alma realized the other woman had gotten much closer than earlier and she had just screamed in her face. She tilted her head ever so slightly in an apologetic manner. “I didn't mean to yell in your face.” This time. Lucky. Alma grabbed one of the pieces of luggage from the first crying woman and shot the two a small smile. “Follow me. We'll get to meet everyone and eat.” She began leading the women through the gates into and through the courtyard without bothering to look back. She was used to her orders being followed and expected nothing less at the moment. They didn't seem to want to sight see too much, thankfully but while on the walk back to the dining hall the woman with a slight Asian accent asked Alma if she was staff. Alma's grip tightened on the luggage in anger. She is a princess. The princess and soon to be queen of the almighty sin of Wrath. To be confused with servant filth was disrespectful and infuriating and Alma's chest was bumping while she could feel her eyes setting into their angry glare. Luckily the humans were following behind her and they had just entered the first room of the castle, the living room, so they didn't have far to go. She hesitated to answer, taking that moment to force out a normal tone. “I am the host of the gathering you're all attending. Which I will explain in just a few minutes. I can wear whatever I please and you can do the same.” Oh the effort it took not to scream at the woman again was quite large but they had finally made it back to the small dining hall.


Alma immediately shot Nicholas a look with her pissed off glare since she knew he would know her patience was being tested. She had to go round up everyone like they were toddlers being brought together for nap time. She was above that but being the host this year forced her into this position and she would damn herself is she messed things up. Alma placed the luggage down next to a nearby wall as she moved to stand behind the chair at the head of the table with her arms on the back of it. Looking around at the crowd, she mentally took attendance. The male she had winked at earlier seemed annoyed and cast aside against the wall near Alan as he was seemingly people watching. Alan surprisingly made some sort of, very minimal, effort in appearance for this. I guess even he knows how important this is. Nevara, Calag, and Nic were all focusing on the red headed woman who Alma recalled was told to bring the wonderful cakes that graced her eyesight. She gently, not really so gently, suggested to them. “Would you all leave the talented baker be? We have not even all been introduced yet. Give her room to breathe.” Mara didn't seem to want to join in on that escapade and took her place in another spot in the room. She was followed around by some small looking boy, which made no sense to Alma. All of the servants were to be young adults but that person looked tiny. He seemed to be quickly looking back at the male she winked at earlier but was also trying to hide his face. Do they know each other? Impossible. Maybe he was intimidated. Oh was he in for a surprise. The two mortals from the living room, Colt and Callie, were nervously sitting or waiting around. Almost everyone was accounted for and the last person was a demon so they knew where they had to be.


Alma was ready to start and cleared her throat and stepped in front of the chair she was previously leaning on before speaking. “Good evening everyone. It seems you have all had a chance to at least get comfortable with conversing with one another. I am glad to see that.” She opened her arms in a gesture to welcome them. “Welcome to Château Montbrun. I am Alma Cole, your primary host for your stay. I am sure you are all wondering why you are here.” She let a small fiery smile appear on her face as she looked around to make quick eye contact with each of the mortal servants. “Contrary to what you may think you are not here for whatever reason you previously believed.” She paused to let the reactions of the mortals play out. Some angry, some confused, some just silent. She raised her hand to have them calm down. “You are lucky and privileged to be part of a sacred event that occurs once every millennium. The Bond.” People were beginning to get unruly and speaking over Alma was not something she took lightly. As if Lucifer himself was testing her patience, the doors crashed open and Avanti strutted her way in with a greeting. Avanti immediately demanding the attention in the room and parading around like it was fine. Alma was silently staring Avanti down as she waited for the heiress to stop speaking. “As do we all. At least you made it before I got too far into things.” The interruption gave the servants an opening to voice their confusion, questions, and concerns without pause and the noise was becoming overwhelmingly loud.


Alma palmed her hand onto the table like a judge would use a gavel with one thud to call for order but this action was actually an ingenious way to cast a spell on the mortals to keep them listening to her and from interrupting her again. “It will make sense. I'm almost done. Avanti's interruption will be the last.” She gave Avanti slight side eye after that statement. She continued speaking with hand motions that showed firmness in what she was saying. “The bond is an unbreakable connection between a special mortal and a demon heir.” She moved her hand to her chest to refer to herself. “The bond gives both parties immortality and increased power. This is something that you were given as a result of your bloodline and your stay here will help facilitate which heir or heiress you bond to. If you have more questions about this I will gladly explain or you may ask any of the other heirs or heiresses.” She took a breath. This is tedious. Time for formal introductions. “I am one of the seven heirs of hell. The rest are standing around you. I am Alma Cole, the princess of Wrath.” She allowed the time for each of the demons to introduce themselves formally, giving them each full attention as respectfully as expected. When they were done she began again. “We are all excited to meet each of you and would love for you to introduce yourselves. But first,...” She paused as notifications began ringing on all of the servants' phones to indicate an email being received. “.. you should have your room assignments and an invitation to the welcoming ball we have prepared for you. The heir you are sharing rooms with has provided an outfit for you to wear and attend in. We look forward to seeing everyone there at 2100 sharp.” Alma shot a glance at Alan since he's known for making appearances whenever he feels like it. “Please adhere to it. Now please go around and introduce yourselves. Starting with the smaller male who entered with Calag and Mara.” She was curious what his story was and this would give the woman who had cried the chance to gather herself before making her introduction since she would speak last. The demons would not instantly be able to tell which family each servant came from and asking directly was in poor taste. Making the deduction on their own is a practice that has been encouraged over the past few bond events.


The mortals had no choice but to respond and introduce themselves. If they had wanted to bombard the room with actions or questions the magical binding cast on them would leave them speechless as to why they couldn't do what they intended. When the mortals had finished their introductions, Alma released them from her basic magic with a casual movement of putting a hand in her jacket pocket. "Great! Finally it is time to eat!” Dinner comprised of Hors d'Oeuvres and was brought in by people who seemed to disappear just as quickly as they arrived. The food was placed on the table around the cakes with immense care. “Most importantly, the cakes you see before you were indeed made by the gorgeous Esmeralda who was claiming much attention earlier. I think it would only be fair for her to explain her creations to us before digging in.”

Alma had been maintaining her strength through this long introductory speech and was thankful that it was over. She was confident in her skills to be concise and just detailed enough to allow for more conversations to occur later. She then walked around the chair again and leaned on the back while making a motion to invite someone to sit in the chair. Expecting someone to sit in the seat she was occupying the space of was a long shot but she didn't think of it in that way. If they turned it down it was on them for deciding to stand.

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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Mikhail Karahalios

Son of Do'barne​

Location: Ballroom > Small Dining Room

Interaction: Calag Nona
Adressing everyone with the introduction

Mention: Everyone in general
Calag and Mara Nona
Zach iShyShy
And lastly gesturing toward Calli Tori Bradley

Outfit: This

That laughter sounded like liquid honey as it filled the whole ballroom it seemed even though it was just a soft laugh. His chest was filled with warmth by it and Misha couldn't help but to smile back at him. Despite the mysterious air the male now had around him only more by refusing to give his background story. Perhaps it was a bad one? Perhaps he was here to forget? He had no idea when the male made a comment about being on Santa's nice list. "I wouldn't mind being on the naughty list with you..." Again those words had left his mouth without thinking. It was suppose to stay just a thought as he blushed deep red once again. The way his blood kept rushing up to his cheeks and face every now and then would make him faint at some point he was sure.

Luckily a second woman came in, just as stunning as the first, though way more fearsome. He couldn't help but to back a bit up, more into Calag again. Which of course again made him blush, only lightly this time. Though he had no idea if that first blush had even left his cheeks yet. Her instructions were clear and quick given before she disappeared through the door he had entered not too long ago. He glanced curiously to the doorway she had refered to. He looked back at Calag and Mara, who of course also knew this gorgeous woman. Was he really the ugly duckling in the pound? "Ye-yeah... I would love that," he said. His knees weak as he was on the recieving end of that wink, not sure if he would ever be able to walk around this male. Or even function normally. His heart having picked up some weird jumping rhythm in his chest again.

Mikhail took a deep breath in an useless attempt to calm his fleeting heart as he followed after the male. They seemed to pass something like a kitchen before stepping indeed into a small dining room with a wild variety of cupcakes on the table. Calag did his dramatic bow again, while he stayed a bit back in the shadows as the male called out other people he knew. Alan, the long haired blond, and Nevara, an attractive darkhaired woman and lastly another male in a see through shirt. Very fine looking as well. Yet Calags greeting was very short and toneless. So not only did Calag seemed to know every one, he also had some sort of history. Ex-boyfriends? He was automatically wary about the smooth guy while Calags attention turned towards the next woman. A silent beauty and one he did not say the name of. So Calag did not know everyone?

And while Calag flaunted over the shy girl, his gaze moved onto to the next male and stopped. Everything seemed to stop for a moment. Zacharias? What the hell was he doing here? Oh this was surely not a ballet thing if he was here. Zach didn't have the finesse or grace for something as elegant as that dance. He was about to step forward to call for his brothers attention when the intimidating woman was back and immediately called for everyones attention. Alma Cole. He gave a soft nod as he made sure to keep that name in mind. She seemed to be important. Very important by the way she held everyones attention. She stated the obvious, something he had figured now by seeing his brother, but still it came as a shock. Another person came in, another woman with confidence and a dazzling smile.

New faces? Did these people that knew each other live here? It would make sense with how familiar they seemed with the place and each other. The intimidating lady seemed to be very annoyed with the joyful confident lady and quickly cut her off from further interruption. Mishas gaze moved back to her as she started talking about demons. He made a scoffing sound as he had never been one to believe in religion, let alone in hell or heaven or anything supernatural. Demons. Was this some kind of prank he had been invited to? His eyes searched the room for hidden cameras, though he knew they could be very well hidden if that was what the producers of this show wanted. This had to be some sort of youtube movie or a netflix thing. Yet he knew none of these people. Only his little brother, who wasn't that little actually.

The demons each introduced themselves. That was probably why Calag had not wanted to tell about where he was from... The demon of lust. So yeah, all that flirting probably ment nothing. He averted his eyes as he looked at the other demons introducing themselves. All of the seven deadly sins had truly been accounted for. Was this some kind of live action roleplaying? He had heard about those... His phone buzzed very nervously in his pocket to indicate he had recieved an email indeed, just like this Princess of Wrath was telling them. He was scared to open it up, what if he did not like the demon he was paired up with? Or what if it was Calag... Well, that wouldn't involve much sleeping He tapped twice on the notification to open up the message. It was short but it served its purpose. His eyes darting over the name that was used. Again his birth name and not his adoptive name as he glanced over towards Zacharias again.

Dear mister Do'barne,

We hope you had a safe and nice travel to the castle. We are absolutely honored that you are participating to the Bonding. Please forgive us for providing some false information earlier on.

Now for your stay at the castle we have prepared room seven for you. You will be sharing it with Mara Adesso, the Princess of Greed.

We sincerely hope you will enjoy the rest of your stay. If you need anything, feel free to ask any of the hosts for help!​

So Room Seven and Mara. His caramel stare moved over towards the attractive woman that he had been introduced to earlier in the ballroom. He was happy it was at least someone he knew. He glanced over towards Zacharias, curious for whom he was paired up with. Yet he wasn't given much time to think about it as the Princess of Wrath called out to him. Smaller male. He huffed, though he could not really blame her for coming to that conclusion. At all. As he had quickly looked over the other males. All of them were taller than him, Calag coming closest to him in height. Anyway introductions... What should he even say? What did they expect to hear from him? Did they not know who they had invited?

Misha stepped forward a bit so he was no longer hiding in the shadows but for everyone visible. No matter how many times he had been on a stage and danced for large crowds, speaking in front of one like this was not his forte. He took another deep breath, wanting to ask about the roleplaying thing, but those words didn't come over his lips. So, he just decided to do as ask. "Hello everyone, I am Mikhail Karahalios. I am 25 years old and a professional ballet dancer." He glanced towards the woman. Did she want to know more? Now this felt more like an Anonymous Alcholist meeting, not that he knew how any of those were. "I don't really know what else to say, sorry," he said as he gestured to the next person to go. The girl with the dark blue dress.

 

[Nona]

• Colt Bonham •​

Child of Helo'brein | Room 6
Location | Small Dining Room
Interaction | Everyone really
Tags | DarkiusHeavenstein Tori Bradley iShyShy Colorless Spectrum
Outfit | ☆

Colt's pale blue gaze had moved from the kitten when he seemed to be caught out by Nic, hinting that the cat he was soon to learn was called Moe would not protest to him coming closer to give it a pet too. Was he that obvious?

He had almost considered it his hand even twitching a bit like he was going to reach it out but stopped as the woman approached him a bit too quick for him to fully register it, now right in front of him and complimenting his accent. He blinked as he stared at her for a moment "U-Uhm. Thank you. I'm from London, Miss" he answered with a somewhat bashful smile, ruffling his hair with his hand and averting his eyes downward as they joked about biting. God he hoped they were joking anyways. That pessimistic outlook on the situation was scratching at the back of his head. There had to be a weird reason that these two suspiciously attractive and charming people were welcoming them to their spooky castle. This wasn't something that just happened by chance.

Once again Alma had approached him this time grabbing his hand with both of hers and asking was he named after the gun. Knowing his parents, probably. Though he had never bothered to ask or think about it much before. His mouth opened to answer but before he could she had already pulled right past him and welcomed the quiet cat owner that stood in the doorway. Callie. She seemed like a sweet girl, Colt had offered a friendly wave and smile to the girl as his other free hand crossed over his chest.

it was after this Alma mentioned dinner and suddenly took off. Full of energy that one. Colt could not relate. If he wasnt so confused with the current situation he would have been eyeing up the couch to take a nap of to make up for the spotty sleep he had been having the past few days. He instead stood in place as his eyes followed the woman's form as she departed with a questioning expression. The only thing that eventually interrupted his spacing out was Nic standing up and suggesting they go. Sir Bonham? Lady Holloway? Wow. This guy was really leaning into the spooky dated castle thing. Was he trying to play a character or something? Maybe he was must super polite. He was getting away with it he supposed, though if someone could get away with a sheer shirt like that then they could talk any way they wanted. Thinking about himself wearing something like that with his lanky frame almost made him chuckle, he wouldn't get away with it. He'd stick to his sweatshirts.

He followed Nic through to the next room, after all he had no clue where anything was. He may as well trust the man who was one of the hosts. The small group ended up in a dining room where another group was already. He didn't even try to wonder if they were musicians too, especially after seeing the poor redheaded girl that seemed to be freaking out. He had given up on this being a music workshop one odd bite joke ago. His attention was brought to the chair next to him as Nic offered it to him. He wasnt expecting it really but took it with a quiet thank you, not wanting to look rude. He felt a little less awkward once seated anyway.

He had stayed pretty silent as the rest poured in, the long haired male and Nic seemed to know eachother too. Another host maybe? With that another group arrived. A charismatic male with a woman that seemed to just be quietly observing the group and another male that Colt couldn't really tell if he was a teen or not.

Alma eventually arrived back with the rest of the group. Or what seemed to be the whole group until another woman burst into the room as if demanding an audience and she had somewhat succeeded until Alma had tore the attention back with a displeased look. Though Alma's words were far more interesting to him than another new face he'd find hard to keep track of... Bonds? Once in a millennium? Was this one of these weird mystery dinners? He continued to watch the woman but he was visibly uncomfortable, pretty much shuffling in his seat.

Demons. This word had cause Colt to glance around the room. Fuck. Was this a cult or something? He felt like laughing out but not in amusement, more in nervousness and frustration if anything. He should have turned and left when he could. He just raised the back of his hand to his mouth in an uncomfortable fashion as he tried to focus his gaze back at their primary host when she went into specific specifics about this bond, though his eyes had flicked back to look at Nic a few times too. She was the Princess of Wrath apparently and he was the Prince of Envy. Was this for real? He honestly looked to be the only one questioning it...

His phone beeped and he wasted no time in lifting it to check it. The message contained an apology for lying, a thank you for coming and his room arrangements. He'd be sharing with the main host herself according to it. At least they had already met before this information bomb was dropped on him he supposed. Though...Wrath? He'd have to try his best not to piss her off...

The first human introduced himself. 25? This guy was a year older than him? Well he was not expecting that. His looks were definitely deceiving. When Misha had gestured in his and Callies direction he decided that he'd go first to give the girl a little time to collect herself. She had seemed so timid when they met in the living room. He stood up and took a breath "You've done better than I will probably. I am rubbish at these things" he commented in response to Misha apologising, he looked around the room before grinning sheepishly, his hands moving into his jean pockets. "Uh Hi. I'm Colt Bonham. I'm 24. I work at a pet store but I like to write and perform music too... That's it." he stopped after that with another scan of the room he awkwardly took his seat again.

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[iShyShy]

Zach Karahalios

Son of Viserylor

location: Small Dining Room

with: Everyone

tags: Tori Bradley DarkiusHeavenstein Nona Colorless Spectrum

outfit: Casual

It was not too long after Zach accepted that he would have to wait for an explanation and rested against the wall that he actually cracked a smile at the events in the room. It was a smile he couldn’t hold back at how ridiculous things were and it was funny. Had he gone insane and really just been dumped off at a random castle with strangers? He thought his life barely made sense before tonight but he was more lost now than he had ever been and he had yet to see what was in store. Looking around, it seemed Alan had also decided to lean against the wall as well. At least he seemed to know people so Zach wasn’t sure what his deal was but he did look comfortable. The room was lively yet it was clear that some people were just as confused as he was. One of the more confused people seemed to be trying to stare him down and he wasn’t sure what was on their mind either. The person was too far in the shadows to make them out. Zach shrugged, admitting to himself that someone would have to spill the beans eventually.

Eventually came much sooner than he thought when the scary domineering woman who winked at him earlier hustled through one of the entrances with luggage in her hand and two women following her. It seemed like she had finished her goal of gathering people. She acted like a soldier with how determined she seemed but with much more free will. Almost like nothing would cause her to pause for a moment once she had something in her mind. Nonetheless, she had taken her place at the head of the table to survey the room before she demanded attention. Zach could see why Nevara found this woman ‘insufferable’ to an extent. Judging isn’t fair but she gives off such an oppressive aura he can’t help himself. There have been too many overly domineering women in his life for him not to have an innate fear of strong women.

She finally started speaking. Alma Cole. That’s a quick and easy name to remember. Zach almost rolled his eyes when she said she was the host. Obviously. But he let it go since she was in the middle of her welcome speech to a group of people. It is never acceptable to interrupt the host and embarrass or contest them in front of their guests, especially being a guest. She made eye contact with everyone when she acknowledged the elephant in the room. ‘What is everyone doing here?’ Finally! An answer! When she said that no one was here for whatever reason they had thought they were, Zach felt a huge wave of relief. So I’m not about to be thrown into a life of being pimped out at someone’s whim and beaten if I refuse. That’s amazing news. Zach stayed silent as she went on but she was quickly cut off after an insane comment about a millennium by someone bursting through the doors like they owned the place. Sure, she was an utterly attractive woman and seemed so upbeat and positive that she immediately drew in his attention but Alma definitely seemed angry at the tardiness. “I definitely look forward to getting to know you too.” He quickly said with a charming grin. Whoever she was, Zach couldn’t help but feel the need to be in her presence and the words escaped his mouth before he had a chance to even think them through. Hopefully he wasn’t too loud.

Alma slammed her hand on the table to recall attention before speaking up again. From that moment Zach only focused his attention on Alma since his body wouldn’t allow him to do anything else. Listening to her speech, he decided that the more she spoke the more he questioned her sanity. Demons? Heirs? A bloodline? This is actually worse than what I thought. I’m in a mad house and I want out of here. Then the boulder dropped. Alma is the princess of Wrath. WRATH! So she’s insane enough to murder him if he makes her mad. I’m screwed. Life is over. Zach was wallowing in self pity, missing some introductions, when his phone went off and his body allowed him to check it. Mentally bracing himself for some absurd possibilities, Zach tapped on the notification and read the email. It was directed to him but used a last name that he recognized from family stories of his ancestors and one of the family crests he saw in an old photo book when he was young. How they knew this name baffled him but he pushed past it and the pathetic apology for lying. Apparently he’s going to be with Calag, the flamboyant.. demon from earlier who doesn’t like Nic. At least he’s social and might give me more answers. But he’s the demon of lust…. I guess I am being pimped out? I’d rather not.. Trying to remember what every demon was heir of heiress to was proving to be difficult and Zach had a feeling he would need another reminder. But he was sure he would do his best to stay on Alma’s good side, not let Calag touch him inappropriately, and hopefully get to talk to that attractive woman who came in late. Whatever she was heiress of, she was beautiful. The others he would do his best to remember, though it seemed like they somewhat represented themselves appropriately. The party was basically the last thing on his mind as he tried to make sense of this.

Then the person who was staring him down was asked to introduce themselves. When he appeared from the shadows Zach’s jaw dropped. He was about to scream at his brother but something stopped him and his body only tensed up. What is he doing here?! Why can’t I yell at him?! Why is he so calm?! Zach had no choice but to stand at the wall, tensing up as he listened. Misha barely spoke and Zach made a mental note to drag him into a conversation once this whole thing was over. The white haired boy spoke next. Colt is a relatively easy name to remember and the white hair really sets him apart. He seems so innocent and nice that Zach almost wondered what demons wanted with him. Do not fall for this bullshit. A silence fell and Zach took that as his cue to speak.

Zach gave a glare towards Misha before stepping forward and straightening himself to speak in front of everyone. This was not difficult for him, he’s had to do much more difficult things and being able to speak in front of a group was the least of his worries. He did his best to put a smile on his face, though it was probably a little awkward, and began. “Hey. My name is Zachariah Karahalios. Yes, Mikhail is my older brother though I am just as surprised as you all that he is here.” And he shouldn’t be. He tried to make the comment into a joke with a small chuckle. “I don’t have a real ‘job’ but we can talk about that another time. Thanks for hosting all of us. I look forward to getting to know you all.” He took a step back and leaned against the wall again. Game plan: Listen to introductions, talk to Misha, figure out what to do. Party is the last option. He intentionally allowed the silence to take hold again so whoever wanted to speak next could step up instead of having to put someone on the spot.

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[iShyShy]

Alan Allen

Prince of Sloth

location: Small Dining Room

with: Everyone

tags: DarkiusHeavenstein Tori Bradley Nona Colorless Spectrum

Outfit

The night had been way too eventful already and it had barely begun. First he found a woman who baked cakes who was petrified for no reason. She had a spasm for absolutely no reason and Alan was confused why she would bother. It seemed like so much work for nothing. Though she did answer his question with a shrug. Alright. I can support that. He shrugged in response and took his place against the comfortable wall with his hands in his pockets and his elbows resting on the small section of wall that jutted out slightly. Then Alma walked in and did her whole tough girl act. Whatever, she’s in charge which meant less work for Alan and he was okay with that. As quickly as she entered, she left, and the two were alone again. But the red head was obviously bothered because she was panicking. Alan could see it all and he lazily looked at her and commented. “Relax. You are not in danger.” With that he let his head rest against the wall as he started to get more comfortable and close his eyes.

Moments later Nevara walked in with some guy following behind in a panic. So noisy. Alan sighed as he squinted his eyes open. “Always, Nevara.” He left the greeting short and got back to closing his eyes. The poor red-head being the target for the princess of Gluttony. He did predict that she would be excited. Though it didn’t take his powers to know that.

Again another group of people entered the room. This group seemed to be lead by Nic. A good friend to Alan as the two of them would slip away to take wonderful naps in perfect darkness. It’s almost as relaxing as resting on the rivers of Aergia. It was nice to change up the napping places from bright to dark but sleeping in the light just felt right for his demonic soul. It was a rare nap opportunity so Alan would make use of the chance when it was appropriate. Appropriate being easy and within arm’s reach. At Nic’s voice Alan made a slight effort to lift himself off the wall to look at the prince of lust with a slight yet joyful grin. It was more effort than he would give others and genuine to his core. His voice had a tinge of tone to it as opposed to its normal lackadaisical sound. “Nic. What can I say? It is an important occasion. You are putting everyone to shame in that outfit.” He opened his arms to hug the other back and squeezed slightly before the soft delighted shiver from his hair being played with shot through his body, causing him to let go of the other. He gently smiled and awkwardly fixed his hat as he responded with a shrug. He wasn’t embarrassed but he could not expect anyone to think he would look different than normal. The only reason he tried is for his mother, Jessica. Not the queen. Nic spun around and saw the cakes on the table and the red-head. Alan went back to his spot against the wall with his eyes closed. “Nothing. She came like that.” He joked back but it probably didn’t sound like it to the mortals. He knew Nic would understand at least. “Waiting would be in all of our best interests. Alma is on a mission.” Alan finished before going silent again.

Nic was being polite as usual and the next group came in. Another noisy one since Calag seemed to lead it. Can people be quiet for five minutes? A power nap before the introductions would be bliss. Alan groaned. So loud! All he could hear were comments about the cakes. Cakes this, cakes that, he regretted saying something about them now. Please let silence some soon. In his irritation Alan responded to Calag bluntly. “Hello Calag.” Apparently this notified someone beside him of his existence. The male asked for a warning and Alan kept his eyes closed as he shrugged. Anything more in a response was a waste of energy and it didn’t seem to bother whoever wanted the warning. Maybe they should use their eyes more.

Finally the conversations among everyone turned into a small white noise and Alan could feel himself drifting into a nap gleefully. Right as he felt like he would fall into his sleep Alma had returned with the final mortals. Then more talking. Alma went on to start explaining everything to the mortals and since Alan knew all of the information it was the perfect chance to finally achieve his desire to sleep. He promptly fell into his nap and slowly slid down the wall until his elbows held him up halfway but his head slumped to the side. The power nap he dreamed of was finally his until his ears perked up at the start of host introductions. Alma went first, stirring him awake slowly so he could speak after a few more demons. He remained in his lethargic, drowsy position and spoke in his normal lackadaisical tone as he felt it was his turn. “Alan Allen. Prince of Sloth.” Allowing someone else to speak, he stretched his neck with a small movement and went back to trying to rest while passively listening. Most of the noise that hit his ears was from Alma. Blah blah blah. They’ll figure it out at some point.

When it was the mortals’ turn to introduce themselves, Alan stood up again but stayed against his wall. He would move his head just enough to watch whoever was speaking. The first few to speak were indeed interesting. Apparent brothers, which couldn’t be true, and a male who enjoys pets. Maybe he can comfort my earthly beast form. Not that Alan had much experience with his rabbit form but he was aware that most people found them adorable. Which meant they would take care of him. That was always welcome. As the others spoke he took mental notes of all the details they let out and the observations he made. After some time it was time to eat at last. Even though Alan could enjoy a meal he felt like a nap would do him better. He was stuck with what decision to make. He decided that a small snack would improve his nap so food was his choice. He would wait for everyone to take their food first so he wouldn’t have to fight for space.

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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Nicholas Galloway

Prince of Envy​

Location
Living Room > Small Dining Room

Interaction
Mara (Greed) Nona

Mention
Calag (Lust) Colorless Spectrum
Alma (Wrath) iShyShy
Avanti (Pride) Nona
Mikhail, Colt and Zacharias ( DarkiusHeavenstein Nona iShyShy )

Outfit
This

Nicholas had waited for both humans to either take their offered seat or decline it, which was the same for him, before sitting down himself. He looked up when the next group seemed to be arriving in the small dining room. The group lead by... no one less that Calag himself. A pure Adonis. Even now with those simple clothes, he was breath taking and even after all these years still managed to tug on his heart. Even though the demon knew it would turn into nothing more than just a crush, secret admiring him. He had fucked up his own chances he was very aware of that as that voice so sharply spoke his name, and only his name. And not even his full name at that. The Demon of Lust looked more like he had just bitten straight into a lime, before that beautiful charming smile came back upon it when anyone but him was given attention. How he envied them. All of them. And especially that human boy.

His grin however widened again when Mara came into view. "Mara, if you wish and there is no cat, feel free to take my lap," he offered with a playful tone and a wink that could rival with Calags flirting. He moved his chair a bit back to indeed make space for her. He had already noticed there were not enough chairs for all fo them, so they could... share, right? Though if little Moe decided to claim his lap again, the cat ruled. Even though it was probably supposed to be the other way around. But cats did what cats wanted and... this worked out just fine. He wasn't much of the leader type anyway. That was more something for Alma. Oh well speaking of the devil. He watched her come in, carrying some luggage and the last few people in tow. Thirteen people present and it was no surprise who was missing, since Alan had made his appearance.

Nicholas couldn't help but to chuckle as he noticed the pissed off glare that Alma shot him. Most people would be filled with fear at such a look. From the Demon of Wrath none the less, but he was simply amused. He knew she would never harm him. It had happened before. He had often burned himself on her flames, when they were both younger. And he more stupid. But the last few decades there had hardly been any incidents. And if it happened, he would rather be the one getting scorned than one of these humans. She pulled all attention towards her and started her story about the purpose of these humans, before suddenly those doors opened and in came Avanti. The last missing demon. Of course. She was either the very first or the very last. She made sure to hold every ones attention, not at all caring for the fact she just interrupted Alma. Very rudely.

His eyes picked apart every little bit of her flawless appearance from the long luscious hair to the floating floral skirt. Flawless to the bone. Confident through the roof. It was annoying, and so unfair. And ughhh... He would forever wish to be like her too, even though he had all self confidence and a flawless appearance as well. Still... It didn't matter as Alma hit the table and with that pulled all attention back to her as she continued the story of Servants and Heirs and dropped the bomb like only Alma could. As subtle as a brick through a glass door. She was offering the oppertunity to the demons to introduce themselves and Nicholas immediately grabbed the moment with both hands. "Thank you, Alma," he spoke as if on cue when she had done her short introduction. His gaze flicked over towards Avanti as he gave her a smug look for stealing the first possibility from her.

"I am the Prince of Envy, Nicholas Galloway. Feel free to call me Nic if you like, or Nico or Niky, whatever you like really," the demon spoke with a soft chuckle. He let his eyes slowly travel from Avanti through the rest of the room. Oh he was enjoying this moment of having stolen the attention from Avanti. "It is very nice to meet you all, and I can't wait to spend more time together," he said. He gave a little nod towards Avanti, either showing her she could go next or perhaps thanking her for her patience. Eitherway he knew it would hit a sore spot as he listened to the rest of the demons, watching each and every one of them, before Alma finished up her story. There was a series of electronic sounds and buzzes as the humans got their room assignments and he was curious to see who would be his partner for the nights. Some silent hope it would be Colt, but he had not too much hope for that. His luck never played out that way.

His eyes went over to the scrawny looking fellow who introduced himself first under Alma's watchful eye. The one that seemed to have caughed Calags eye as well. He couldn't see waht was so great about him. His age was not matching up with what he had expected, but he didn't dwell too much on it. Colt was next with introducing himself. A pet store? That explained how he had been eyeing little Moe before. He smiled softly at him. Yes, he really wouldn't mind getting to know him a bit better. HIs gaze moved across the room again towards the bigger guy calling out his brother apparently. He frowned and looked at Alma. Brothers? Not from the same servant family though. It was highly unlikely their parents would fuck up somehting so important like this. The introduction of the males so far was short and to the point. Zacharias was talking a lot yet not saying much. He had only giving them his name, and more mysteries than answers. Not that he particularly cared. He listened to the next people introducing himself, before eye those little cakes they were promised.

 

[Nona]

• Mara Adesso •
​

Princess of Greed | Room 7
Location | Small Dining room
Interaction | The entire room
Tags | DarkiusHeavenstein Colorless Spectrum Tori Bradley
Outfit | ♡

The boy actually managed to ask a question. Here Mara thought he was going to pass out if he had to stand Calag's teasing much longer. What kind of dance was she into? She blinked. To be fair she wasn't into any kind, but like most royalty she knew some ballroom dancing, it was basic etiquette and she had taken so many different classes in all types of royal subjects in an attempt to please her parents, since nothing did really. Despite them acting more less indifferent to her still as the only thing that drove them was success and wealth, she supposed it wasnt completely in vain as she had been chosen as heir to the throne over her older siblings, of how they probably wished to tear her head off for being chosen over them. The thought was enough to make her shudder, but with the crown in her hands there would be nothing they could do to her after she would become queen. She opened her mouth to answer the question but was stopped by Alma marching into the room with a face that seemed fitting to her title causing the younger princess to stiffen up, even if only for a second. "Well perhaps I can answer you another time, Calag is correct, I don't think we should waste any time in following Alma" she answered with a small smile.

Even as the three walked to the next room Calag did not cease on teasing the human with a weak Mara naturally feel back as the group walked so that Calag could lead them to the next room. After all Mara didn't get the same look around as he did upon arrival.

Upon entering the next room, there appeared to be a sizable group already there and a shortage of seats too it seemed since she knew Avanti would be here at some point too, she couldn't imagine that the princess of pride would miss something like this. Not that she had to worry about a lack of seats for as soon as she had walked out from behind Calag she heard a very familiar voice address her and her heart had given an extra thump.

Her amber gaze shot to the source immediately. Nic. He was offering his lap with a wink. Nope, he was just messing with her. She wouldn't fall for it. Don't react Mara. Don't- She smiled at his words in an almost sheepish manner. Damn, so much for not reacting, here she was already ignoring her own advice about the prince of Envy. He didn't care, why should she? Before she could be any more of an idiot, Alma had started to speak.

Not long after, Avanti had finally made her appearance with little regard to the fact that the host was talking, already greeting everyone with the dramatics she was known for and the behaviour from the older princess that Mara found herself looking up to a lot was not a surprise. It had caught everyone's attention anyway, much to Alma's distaste but it had caught the eye of one of the humans in particular as he had quietly commented on looking forward to meeting her. It was quiet but Mara was sure that Avanti would likely hear it. Her abilities involved sound which gave her ridiculously good hearing. Not super levels, but definitely over average. Mara offered a silent wave to the older princess, not wanting to disturb Alma as Avanti blew a kiss at her before looking back towards Alma with a smile, deciding to give her back the spotlight.

The humans looked utterly confused as Alma explained the situation. It was good she did, she wasnt sure she had the patience to have any elaborate answers for the questions the humans would have about the place.

She introduced herself near last, Avanti letting her go before her this time which caused her to stare for a moment. She must have had a reason. Mara had taken a small step forward when it was her turn "I am Mara Addesso. Princess of Greed. I look forward to get aquainted with you all" she greeted with a polite bow of her head.

She watched quietly as the humans began to introduce themselves, the first surprise was that the human she and Calag were with was not actually a child and that the tall, skinny, white haired boy was somehow younger? She didn't listen much to Colt's introduction and was more distracted by wondering if his hair was dyed or did human hair come in that colour since she had never really met humans before this point. Another suprise arrived as the other Male across from Mikhail was somehow his brother? His younger brother? From a different family? While she didn't comment her eyes were very clearly shifting from one male to the other as if to make sense of it. These humans were and interesting bunch so far...

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Calag Isagani Buenaventura

Ignore. He chose to ignore how Nic had so casually called to Mara, and the smile that she gave back. He was so infuriating, that Prince of Envy. Suddenly Alma had come with two very beautiful women in tow, telling them to leave the baker be to which he obliged. She had a point, they were crowded around her. Calag gave them a wave and a pleasing smile, to introduce himself now would be redundant as he would do so later before dinner starts. The Princess of Wrath has started her spiel, something Calag knows not to interrupt because this is Alma we are talking about. You never interrupt Alma.

Then came Avanti, always a delight to see his best friend and her superabundant nature. It was amusing to see the Princess of Wrath holding her rage as she was interrupted by one of her not so much favorite person in the room. But alas, the Princess of Pride can hold just about anyone's attention. She loves it, just like how Calag enjoys the sight of a human falling for him.

When it was time to introduce himself, Calag gave his signature smile, the confidence that he held paired with an easy going aura. "Prince of Lust, Calag Isagani Buenaventura." He spoke with ease and used to introducing himself then eyeing every human who were all quite gorgeous, perfect. Quite a bunch, piques his interest quite a lot but he knows he has a good chance with sticking to Misha. He looked over to the aforementioned human and gave him a wink if he ever looked back at him. Clearly, after this dinner it may or may not just be one heck of a mess.

outfit || location: main dinning hall || interactions: DarkiusHeavenstein Nona iShyShy Tori Bradley