As Andras's fingers flew over the keys, her eyes closed and she calmly let her head fall back and relaxed for the moments that would allow Sarine to get rid of her girl off her ass. She knew who was who and she knew who would cling in hopes of favor to promote them to a higher rung in the heirarchy of the Corner. One girl had taken a bit of a fall today, another was hoping to use her fall to catapult herself into the Mistress's favor.

Unfortunately, this circumstance was going to bring no one any favor she predicted as she watched the fingers of Andras's hands on the keyboard. He was so much more talented then she was at music, she had no patience, she was dedicated yes, music was NOT her specialty although her brother had encouraged her enough to give her the piano. It served Andras well though, and kept pleasing her as the doors opened to admit that of Sarine into the room.

The breath of perfume that had inticated her had drew her gaze to her sister as she slid her heels off her desk careful to not send any of her drawings into the air or knock over her facts and figures. Those were sacred damn it. So as her sister walked in she allowed her lips to pull into a more beautiful smile. The fact her sister gave her the once over didn't bother her, her dress hugged and cuddled her well but allowed her the movement with just a soft breath.

As Hale entered the room she smiled faintly and allowed the male the same smile of warmth without reserve or temprament. Once they were within the room and Hale closed the door, she kept smiling even as her sister approached her. Sarine drew her into an embrace something she sorely missed despite her grande dame here at the Corner her arms slid about her sister and she cuddled her face into her for just a moment, taking in her scent of confort and familiarity.

Once released even with her heels she was a twerp in comparison coming to a lowly 5'3 instead of her usual 4'9. She still wasn't bothered as well despite her height complex, she knew she was pretty damn it.

"Safety sometimes is an illusion." She murmured softly as the conversation started. It was nice to know her sister had worried a little bit about her to know or plan to come see her when things fell apart and her child like dreams were like airplanes in the nightsky... shooting stars to those that wished and dreamed foolishly. When her sister got to the fact she now knew she'd been in Static's house as long as she had and then trailed off.

Her lips pulled up a little bit that she loved the intrique that she knew probably before Sarine did of the presence of her sister. Probably for a day or so. When he sister stepped back and started studying her rainbow hued eyes studying her. The different shades focused up at the other woman without a hint of upset though at least at the moment. Her faint smile remained upon her soft pink lips.

"I'm doing alright, Sarine. It's easier to accept the rush of the river then fight it and get pulled under." She murmured as her fingers caressed for a moment along the collar about her neck which was a habbit when she was thinking about revealing something, she'd always played with something like her hair. It was a nervous trait of hers. Finally when Sarine got to saying how they'd make the man sorry, she tilted her head.

"I've already started the war. I wasn't stupid and spent a lot of time studying in the house. I set up wards and things under Antonio's radars.. under yours, small things usually would work for practical jokes. I'm going to drive that bastard out of that house and make him run. If I have my way, he'll be running all his life and his troupe of whores will leave him." She murmured a moment thinking a moment.

"Najia treats me well, seems to care about me. Perhaps more then he ever did, he hurt me. ....And I will Never forgive him." Her tone had dropped to frosted levels when she had gotten to the point she'd never forgive. Her heart was frozen to the man that had brought about her creation. He made her, he made his grave with her as well.

Post originally by Character_Morlis Desiderio

The decision to leave Aleris had been an easy one. With Xantara returned to him there was no reason to stay. Moving to Aleris had been the desire of his children, not him, and with them now effectively out of his life any motivation to stay behind was eliminated.

Given the obvious tension between Xantara and Tessa the imp was sent ahead to Eternelle Lune to see that his estate there, bordering the lands that Mount Cithaeron sat upon, was opened and prepared for their arrival. Eternelle Lune was the natural choice, save perhaps for Italy, as several of his women still resided there. His lover and creation Amyraliss was still ensconced in the Temple at Mount Cithaeron, Willow was not far off and most importantly, his Alidia was there. The fact that his sons had also sought refuge in Eternelle Lune held little bearing for him. They would remain with their Aunt, Cahira, and as he had no contact with her either the likelihood of crossing paths was slim. He certainly would not be seeking them out and he doubted any of them would choose to contact him.

He packed only his personal items, which were few, and those belonging to his women who had resided with him as of late, Tessa, Xantara, and Talisy. It took little to no time and they were finished and preparing for their departure when Andras appeared with Abraxas on his tail to collect Salome’s belongings. He said nothing to the male imp, nor Stativare’s emissary, as they gathered what Salome wished, an amused smirk gracing his lips whenever either of the other men happened to see him. Let them have her stuff, just less for him to burn.

He was, in fact, waiting on the front lawn of the manor in Chaliceton when Andras and Abraxas emerged with Salome’s belongings and began loading them onto Stativare’s carriage. A mildly amused, and slightly sinister, smile tugged at Morlis’ lips, Talisy and Xantara flanking him, one on each side. The two males were not even finished loading their carriage before Morlis’ smile widened unexpectedly and a large explosion sounded from within the manor that Antonio and Sarine had so painstakingly outfitted for their family.

Within moments fires burning hotter than the blazes of damnation itself consumed the structure, destroying every inch of the vast manor and all the memories it contained. Turning to face the two men surprise was written plainly on Andras’ face, amusement on that of Abraxas’. Inclining his head in a mock gesture of respectful farewell Morlis turned and slid and arm around each woman at his side, guiding them to their own carriage holding their personal belongings and then they were off, the carriage rumbling down the drive of the manor that was meant to be a crowning achievement for his children, now rapidly descending into little more than charred ruins.

The carriage ride to the Eternal Embassy was spent pleasurably enough indulging in the two women who shared the interior with him. Once at the embassy it was only a hop skip and a jump through the portal into Eternelle Lune where another carriage, arranged by Tessa, was waiting to escort them to his estate nestled in the shadow of one of his favorite places, Mount Cithaeron.

As they traveled through the streets of the familiar city of Eternelle Lune thoughts of Mount Cithaeron invariably turned his mind towards that of his women. Not the women in the carriage with him or even the one waiting at his estate, but those whom he had made his own, turned into a demonic creation and bonded to him for eternity. Amyraliss was one such lover and he knew he would be at Mount Cithaeron before the day was through to renew their intimate relationship, perhaps she would even choose to leave her quarters there and take up permanent residence with him again. Willow was not far off and he decided it was high time to call his little nun home; he had plenty she could be doing on her knees.

There were others of course but the one that truly haunted his mind was his first creation, the succubus known as Alidia. She was exquisite, the pride of his feminine menagerie, and he craved her with a ferocity that at times alarmed him. She was in Eternelle Lune, he could sense her presence as surely as he could sense the locations of every woman he had made his own, and in an instant a silent summons went out to her; that of a creator to his creation, calling her to his side, calling her home where he intended to keep her for a very long time, if not forever.

This was the only family Morlis needed.

It never failed; the anger and need to lash out. It resided in everyone, demons especially, and Carese was no different. Upon seeing Najia recognition had bloomed in the older woman’s eyes and she had flown at Najia, screaming for her sisters, as if she could force the vampire-succubus hybrid to yield her sisters to her that very moment. What she got for her enraged effort was to be held in a deadly grip to the young Princess’ body, a grip that assured the imp-succubus hybrid that she could not overpower the Princess no matter how she might wish too.

It also gave Najia ample opportunity to inspect Carese’s body and she did, the hand that was not wrapped in a gentle vice about her throat caressing her nubile figure through her blue sun dress. She was lovely, that could not be denied, her pale blonde beauty setting her apart from the others of the Desiderio family who mostly had dark hair, herself included. Her body was sculpted perfectly and as she caressed her breasts through the dress and explored what other treasures her form had to offer she could see that Carese was also highly sensual by nature, if her response to Najia’s touch was any indication. Not surprising really, given her dual heritage, but it did allow the Princess a little insight into the woman she held against her; her hunger as almost as large as her own.

She felt him the moment he’d entered the cemetery; Static’s presence reaching out to her like a palpable caress as he watched her manipulation of the situation as she sought to acquire Carese as her own and, as usual, she did her best to impress him. When Carese spotted him her fear of him nearly overwhelmed the desire Najia’s touch was inspiring but that didn’t seem to deter the Princess.

It was obvious from the distraught words coming from Carese that she did not fully understand what had happened with Sarine and Salome, why Sarine had gone with Stativare. Though she held no love for Sarine she had every intention of keeping Carese as part of her retinue and had shared her knowledge of what had happened to Sarine and why she had vanished as she did as a means of endearing the bound girl too her. She assured her her eldest sister had had no choice in the matter and that seemed to offer her some measure of comfort.

Then it had come down to negotiations between them. Carese wished to see her sisters, wished to be near them, but the only way into the world they now lived in permanently was to do so in service to a member of House de Ingis. She realized that binding Carese to her as she had done with Salome would be foolish on her part, the hunger Carese displayed for physical pleasure nearly rivaled her own and she would never be able to keep her fed if she were as restricted as Salome were. Besides, Salome’s position was special; she’d been a gift from Stativare and had been her most glorious coup against Morlis to date. No, Carese would require special arrangements.

It was obvious that Carese wished to argue, to approach the discussion from a firmer bargaining point, but once Najia stripped Carese naked and bent her over the nearest waist high enclosed burial crypt, her fingers finding the center of her lust and thrusting deep inside of her, she had no will left to argue with. The deal was this; she would enter into Najia’s service as a blood doll, a feeder of both blood and sexual energy when Najia required it of her, and in return she would be granted asylum with the de Ingis and her sisters. She would be one of them, a de Ingis, and as long as she attended Najia when summoned she would have her freedom to indulge in any other lover she chose.

Carese agreed, naturally, and as Static came up behind Najia and began to claim her body from behind the deal was sealed in the most pleasurable manner possible but it was also a physical claiming of Carese’s body, an initiation of sorts, into the life she would live as Najia’s Blood Doll.

Time passed unnoticed by the trio in the cemetery until finally they returned through the gate in the wall separating the cemetery from the grounds of Narion and showed Carese the way into the manor. Parting from Static long enough to show Carese to her room in the Northern Wing down long hallway from her own suite in the Southern wing she stayed with her long enough to show her around and get her acclimated. Watching Carese prowl around the lavishly appointed room she smirked slightly, her voice following her newest lovers body around as she inspected everything.

”Your twin is directly across the hall from you. Her concubine, Andras, resides in the chamber on the left of her own. Your sisters concubine, Hale, is next door to you on the right. I am on the other end in the Southern Wing on the left, Sarine is across the hall on the right, and Static holds the master suite at the very end between us both.”

Ironic, really, that Static’s chambers were directly between her and Sarine given that he was firmly wedged between the two eternally warring women. That thought turned her smirk into a smile as she pushed from the wall she’d been leaning on and slowly approached Carese. Sarine was absent from Narion, she could feel it, and she intended to molest Static to her hearts content until the bitch’s return.

”I’ll leave you to get settled. The door to the left of your bed leads to your bathing suite. You’ll find everything you need in the armoire. Sarine is visiting Salome at the Siren’s Corner in the City but you are free to see them when they return provided Static does not summon Sarine immediately to him but if I have my way, he won’t be.”

The arrogant grin she flashed Carese said quite plainly that she would make sure Static would not be thinking about calling Sarine to his side upon her return. Reaching out she threaded the fingers of her right hand through Carese’s tresses and drew her in, molding Carese to her body as she claimed her lips in a possessive, lingering, kiss. When they parted the arrogant grin returned as she released Carese to turn and head towards the door, pausing just long enough in the opening to flash another smile Carese’s way, her words trailing after her as she departed.

”Welcome to the fold, dolly.”

They say ignorance is a virtue. Well, in this case it at least prevented some bloodshed. Had Sarine known what was occurring with her sister, Carese, she would have done everything in her power to stop it, including attacking the little brat who was helping herself to ~her~ family. But, as neither of the sisters was aware of the goings-on in the cemetery her attention at this time was on Salome. Eyes of burnt umber studied Salome’s features as she answered the many questions Sarine had pelted her with, almost as if she were looking for something specific in her responses. Salome’s reference to her opening salvo in the war against Morlis had her sighing a bit. Salome wasn’t going to like hearing what she had to say any more than she’d enjoyed hearing it from Stativare.

Turning away she walked the few steps to one of the plush chairs in front of Salome’s desk and sank gracefully down into it, her silk encased legs crossing in front of her, fingers lacing together to allow her to prop her hands on her knees as she stared unwaveringly at her sister.

”He’s gone, Lo. Packed up and ran off. Blew up the estate, literally, the moment Andras and Abraxas left with your things. Anything we may have wanted that was still there is rubble. Coward…just like his son.”

She’d felt an initial rush of anger when she’d heard about the explosion and destruction of the estate, she’d put so much into making it a home for their family, but the anger was fleeting. No matter how she’d tried it had never truly been a home, at least not hers. She’d not intended to mention Antonio but the words had slipped out unbidden, anger warring with hurt suppressed deep within her, the things she’d learned about him, things he’d done to her without her knowledge…and the fact that he hadn’t cared that she’d been taken and actually had the gall to be angry with ~her~? Well..it was almost enough to have the usually composed demoness screaming in rage.

Forcing her mind from thoughts of their father and Antonio lest it undo her carefully cultivated calm she focused on Salome’s words concerning Najia and her rapport with her, searching for any indication in her words that she was not with the brat princess willingly. Unfortunately Salome did not provide the ammunition she needed and leaning forward her eyes fixed intently upon Salome, nearly gleaming with her unspent anger and, beneath it, the anticipation that she might actually get a crack at Najia’s head.

”I didn’t ask if she treated you well, though she had damn well better. I asked if you were with her willingly. If you tell me you are being held by her against your will I have been promised a chance to kill her. I can try to free you if you wish it.”

What she failed to mention was that in order to fulfill such a promise she would be risking her own life in direct combat with Najia. Granted Sarine was the stronger demon but every dog eventually had their day and Najia was the more skilled fighter when it came to hand-to-hand, Sarine’s arsenal lying in her sorcery skills. She didn’t seem to have any doubt about her success, however, and her fingers curled more tightly together as she waited for Salome’s answer, ready to spring to her feet and rush back to Narion to demand her pound of flesh should Salome even hint that she was being held unwillingly.

Like Sarine she was oblivious to what her Mistress was up to. Her attention was on her older sister. And in that moment she was observing the older woman with her mind rather fixated on just what was being said. Her lips compresed a little bit as her sister settled in a chair and started talking.

"He... What?" She inquired at that point her eyes accusatoraly swinging to the piano playing imp. Her eyes flaring fire as he offered no apologies for not telling her. He didn't stop playing and she picked up a weighted object off her desktop intending on flinging it at her submissive. He chose not to tell her, that the home had been destroyed. That Morlis had fled and it didn't seem to matter to him that she had wanted, needed retribution.

Rage ebbed through her like desire did so often when it came to living in the de Ingis manor. However, she said nothing. Slowly her lips pulled out of the thinned line and she closed her eyes. The rainbow hues turned to Sarine with a great deal of mild irritation. "I don't believe Antonio is a coward, he probably did what he felt was best." Salome was oblivious to the workings behind the scene but then perhaps that was just her family's way of protecting her so she defended what she knew not what she did not.

"At first I was not willing but how would you feel being touched and pelasured sexually but in anger. Then having a pool of your father formed in front of you and him waving you off as if you were nothing. I am happy where I am, I'm treated like an equal not some little nothing." She slid her fingers through a few tendrils of her soft pink hair.

"She doesn't deserve death, she's misunderstood and is very loving and caring. She's much like you in that aspect, Sarine." Not what her sister wanted to hear probably but with all their differnces there was one simularity between Sarine and Najia. They cared about the lil pink haired brat and that's all that salome was going to bother with for the moment. "Besides, bloodshed is over rated, it'd be much better if you just kissed and made up." Leave it to her to practice the old addages that Sarine used to tell her when she had problems.

That her sister might have to fight, might get hurt if she'd said no she wasn't willing again she was oblivious. It was probably for the best that she didn't know because honestly, she'd take the first heavy object she found and hit mistress and sister alike upside the head if she had to.

"However, since your here. Would you like a massage, or facial? It might help you feel better to be pampered for a change to where you can dazzle, the Demon Lord." She murmured as that's how Salome tend to address Stat. He was the Demon Lord to her.