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Inscribed on the doors, it very clearly states that few who are not if the Demon race are welcome. If they are ambasitors they are tolerated, but if somthing else wanders into thier city...they may very well not wander out, and thoes that do are never the same.

Satan sat to his thrown in boredom watching lesser demons giggle and snort much like goblins in their stupid ways. Powerful curved dark horns stuck out through a mass of rich dark brown locks pulled to the back of his head with a band. Most knew satan as a man of hiddeous appearance but on the contrary when being once a high and mighty angel of Gods children he had the deathly beauty of a now darker angel. Black wings tucked around him like a cape protruded from his back clashing against his skin of scortched red from the fires that scorned his lands. I am bored of peace his lips did not have to move to cause his deep seductive voice to now boom in anger around the large rounded cave like room. Many cowered in fear at their king and bowed. Where is my son? Fingers that dripped with blood summoned a mortal woman that had sinned in the past by killing her children in the split second of insanity when he overtook her mind....so easily.

"master...."she said monotonly

Get my spon vermin

she bowed and slowly walked away.

pathetic dolls....

Satan looked to his son with distaste. He was always a reminder that if he was brought to a downfall his son would take over....and Satan would never fall. I am getting bored of all this peace in both lands. I am hearing rumors from souls that there is some evil lurking in the Underground.....i am highly interested and wondering if perhaps Mizume is up to her old tricks again.....i want you to find out.....and i also want to see how......Adam.....is doing...... he gave a sharp toothed grin....i would have known if he finally succumbed to his true nature....be a good little thing and stir up some emotions and fears in him will you.....my pawns are getting boring.

That i will let you choose. Satan stood and looked down to his son, tall and lean he swepped down the few stairs with deep colored robes flowing behind, he moved past his son without so much as a glance. I will be angered if you screw up Natas....do not disapoint me.

Once his father had moved to the side of the room, Natas stood and turned around. He ignored the eyes fallowing him and made his way to his chambers.

Once there Natas gathered the few thing he thought he might need and made his way to the Gates.

Satan barely moved his head to acknowledge the lesser demon, “Set it on the table.” His blood stained eyes moved across the fire licked landscape before him as he leaned against the windowsill. “ and you didn’t forget the aged taste I wish and desire…..i really wouldn’t want your pretty little head to be decorating my pitchfork Marishka, took much of a mess to care for,” he eyes tore from the scene to look back at her, “Of course I wouldn’t mind seeing the sight of your blood dripping from my nails.”

Satans own quite larger wings ruffled on his shoulders then unfurled to their height, "You speak far too much for my liking," he looked back to the fire before walking away. "Come," was all he said as he left the throne room.

"I am not allowed to go up there for another decade, i am only allowed every century or so." he looked her up and down then moved towards a room. He had completely forgotten his drink. He craved something more..... "Marishka......you will go up above as i have ordered Natas.... but you will search for something appetising....something young.... and with body." he was grinning as he said this but he looked to her with a blazing scorn. "No soul and body seperations or your head surely will be on my pitchfork."