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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:54 am
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 7:16 am
Namia came home with her usual posse of vampires and humans. She entertained them in her great dinning hall with much food and blood to go around.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:49 am
The sky was pitch black as clouds hid the stars. It was nearly mid-night when Tristan decided to go home. He had spent the rest of the day patrolling the streets, help some criminals in their crimes or if they were small fishes, he'd just bring them to their downfall in the hands of the police.
Tristan entered the Villa only to hear some loud laughs coming from the dining room. He slammed the door, as Francois came to take his coat.
"What's going on here?" He asked him as his hand went to his trousers pocket were he had his dices and started playing with them.
"Mistress Namia is having a party with some of her friends" Francois replied casting his eyes to the ground. Tristan clutched the dices harder in his palm.
"Another party!? She is always partying these days while we are on the verge of war and should find new followers for our lord." Tristan said in a fit of anger.
"Sir, should I let her now that you have arrived?" Francois muttered.
"No, not need to. She already knows but she just doesn't want to absent herself for a few seconds from the orgie of hers." Tristan walked away and took the stairs which let to his potions room. As soon as the big oak door closed, all the sounds from upstairs died and he was in peace with only his infuriated part to make him company.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 10:38 am
Namia tried her best to smile for her guests as she felt Tristan's rage kneading in her mind.
"I don't understand why you are so mad. It's not like you spent the day recruiting anyone, so why are you mad because I want to have a little fun, or do you not call what you did all day 'fun'?" she thought, sending her words into Tristan's mind.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:17 am
Tristan ignored Namia's question and focused on the map of New Orleans he had spread on the large table in the room. He held in his left hand the black string with the amethyst crystal moving in circle above the map as he concentrated to try and find any demons in town. He needed to get some more demons to fight at Lucifer's side before the UnderWorld lord will punish him.
The Crystal moved in wide circles, sometimes slowing down only to continue to move some more. Tristan took the crystal in his hand and sat in one of the armchairs at the side of the door. "I can not concentrate, damn it." he said as his fist made contact with the chair's solid oak arm making a cracking sound. He closed his eyes and decided to respond to Namia. "Even though I might have had some 'Fun' as you say, I also did my work during the Patrolling. I've been investiagting some recent non-natural energy surges in town but they only were mere humans trying to conjure some spirits. I've been corrupting people to join their energies to our dark side. In the final battle we'll need all the energy possible to summon up beasts and to give to Lucifer for his attacks, and Humans are our sacrifical lambs." Tristan stopped abruptly as he noticedhe was justifying his deeds to Namia.
"Now finish off this party of yours soon as I want to go to sleep and until these outsiders leave I won't be able to take me rest." He told her with no emotion in his deep voice.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:32 am
Namia whispered "Sacrificial Lamb" into the ear of a particularly succulent human, thus repeating Tristans words in her mind. As she drained the life energy of her last victim she thought,
"Yes we must continue to lead the humans astray... but what about the exiles? If we can convince them to join us, that would increase our number and power greatly... Still how do you propose to convince other demons to join us? They won't join unless their is something to gain..."
At that she laid her human down in a chair and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"Diamond please take out the garbage," she said to a servant who was standing by the door waiting to do just that.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:52 am
Tristan let his mind free of thoughts for some time. Everything seemed to be falling apart around him. The road to war was more difficult then he had expected especially since Demons have scattered around the world and some are also in hiding. He'll have to leave his town and go on journies to seek their alliances. After a day out he would usually be glad to return home to find the woman of his life wiating for him. However, it seemed that centuries of peace have parted them. He has spent more time here amongst his books, while Namia would be partying with other men.
He took a deep breath and waited for the right moment to go upstairs again. Should I wait for her to call or let her go to sleep? I doubt she'll even come down here herself...
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:12 pm
Namia waved goodbye to the last of her guests as Diamond, her favorite manservant lead them out the door.
As she watched them go, she waited for an answer from Tristan but he had blocked off his mind to her.
"Bah I hate it when he does that. I can just see him sitting there with his books piled up on top of his desk like a fortress. Really, does he think that all the answers can come from books?" she asked herself as she walked to the drawing room.
The drawing room was handsomely furnished with heavy draperies and oversized chairs covered in a blood red fabric, but Namia hardly noticed these as she walked into the armoir at the end of the room.
This was a short cut only known to Tristan and she, which lead to the basements below.
"I better fetch him or else he's going to end up falling asleep in there" She thought.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:25 pm
Tristan got up from the chair "I was getting to comfortable.." he whispered under his breath to break the silence in the candle lit room. He took his amethyst crystal again in his hand and tried to trace any demon presence in New Orleans but it didn't work. It circuled above the map in void. "I know there are others over here. I sense their energies but I can not find them. What is up with demons fleeing from confrontation!" He threw the crystal at the wall beside the door which after a few seconds started to open...
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:38 pm
Namia stopped at the door when she heard a crash. She cautiously opened the door and peered inside.
Upon entering she noticed the amethyst lying by the door and picked it up. She looked it over to see if it had any fractures, but it looked unaffected.
She quietly looked into Tristan's eyes not uttering a word... for words would only make things worse and instead walked up to him and held his face with her right hand and his head in her left hand. She caressed his forhead with her thumb smoothing out the little wrinkles in his forhead.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:04 pm
Tristan relaxed at Namia's touch as he closed his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" He asked her. He took her left hand in his and held her wrist tightly for second before releasing it again. "It seems as lately you only want me to get in a bad mood. You' re doing nothing to help and I'm fed up with strangers in our house." He said.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:20 pm
Namia sighed and pouted her full lips at him.
"I only wanted to have a little fun. You take everything so seriously... You never use to be this way..."
She thought about all the good times they had when they were in heaven, and how much he had helped her when they first got thrown out.
How close they use to be, how much they enjoyed each other's company. They had grown cold over the centuries.
"We can't continue like this forever... when the war comes... we have to be on the same side... not fighting each other...."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:31 pm
Tristan walked off from Namia, his hands in his pockets, "You are putting all the blame on me. As if you are the only one that wishes us to be together as usual! You, my dear, have a great list of faults to endure too. It is your continous flirting in parties with other men that drives me mad. I hate seeing you laughing at their jokes and enjoying yourself while in their company. I've given up impressing you. I'm bored with this life! " He told her. He got out of the room and slammed the door.
As he got up the spiral stair case, "I won't be sleeping in the main bedroom. I need to clear off my mind.".
Francois looked above at his master who was muttering things to himself. It seemes as if the mistress has pissed him off again, he thought.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 10:48 am
Namia stared at the room in front of her. Quietly she walked around the room dragging her fingers over different objects in the room.
She stopped in front of the a large shelf that covered the whole wall, which was filled with many vials and glasses full of colored liquids. A smile passed her face as she toyed with the idea of smashing every single one of those potions.
The floor would be covered in bright swirling colors and the stench of them would fill her with nausea. She almost laughed at these thoughts, and half giggled in delight as all of his hard work could be washed into the gutter.
All the time he had dedicated to his stupid potions, and his stupid books, all gone! All the time he could have spent with her, revenged.
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