A special date

Posted on 9:22 PM 0 comments

After spending quite a lot of time together, after several evenings with each other, Sin asked Koldan on an date... at the restaurant. She wanted to talk about something important to her heart, but that, he didn't know. So she requested from him that he'd find a classy outfit, and invited him to a romantic place along the ocean. The entire building were just for them.

  Koldan Illarion: "I am all dressed and cologned up."
  Sin: "Well, let me bring you here. Oh, I love the ambiance of the local music. o:)"
  Koldan Illarion: Okay. :) Dear Lord. You definitely win 'best dressed' on this date.
  Sin: "I am not so sure."


 She grins happily as she looks at Koldan's suit.
  Sin: "You can definitely be the most handsome man ever when you decide. :)"
  Koldan Illarion: "Hah. This old rental?"
  Sin: "Is it old?"

  She giggles.
  Sin: "I don't see it, if it is :)"
  Koldan Illarion: "This is one of the first things I bought, around four years ago. Haven't used it until now. :)"
  Sin: "Well I'm very glad you get an occasion to use it, finally. I'm the first one to see it 'in use'!"
  Koldan Illarion takes Sin's hand and twirls her around gracefully.
  Sin: "Weee!"
  Sin puts her arm under Koldan's.
  Sin: "Shall we? It's a short walk from here."
  Koldan Illarion: "Of course!"

Promenade


  Sin walks with Koldan between the trees, at the sound of the relaxing jazz music coming from well hidden speakers around the path.
  Sin: "I did not see you didn't have shoes... I don't know why but I find this even more elegant. :3"
  Koldan Illarion: Hah. Well, I'm glad you feel that way. Proprietor might feel differently about it.
  Sin giggles.
  "Maybe. I find this cute ;-)"
  After a moment spent looking at Koldan with a smile on her face, Sin takes a look at the signs and points on their right.
  "This way."
Sin stops on the middle of a bridge that is on the way to the restaurant.



  Sin: "Thanks for coming tonight. I'm really happy sharing this moment with you."
  Koldan Illarion: "My pleasure, Sin. I've been looking forward to this for quite some time. Thank you for inviting me."
  Sin looks back at Koldan, a neverending smile on her face. It seems impossible to make her more happy than she is now. She holds Koldan's arm tighter and pursues the walk in direction of the next building.



Sin: "The custom says that the man should enter the place first. After you, Koldan. :)"
Kolda Illarion: "Who am I to violate tradition. Some cocktails to get us started? :)"
Sin: "Definitely."

Cheers


Koldan Illarion brushes off a seat and gestures to it dramatically, taking your coat.
  "What'll the lady have? I'm interested in your drink preference, now that I think about it."
  Sin lets Koldan take her coat.
  "Thank you, valet."
  She giggles and sits on the stool gently prepared by the wolf.


  Koldan Illarion: "Now is that VAL-et or val-AY? I always wondered. Somehow I suspect it's only val-AY when they're parking your car."
  She blushes.
  Sin: "Well... I don't know... I didn't even know there were two pronounciations."
  Koldan Illarion: "Well. I suspect it's probably French in origin, and however they pronounce it is probably the right way."
  He grins, all teeth, and gently clinks his glass into hers.
  Sin: "Cheers!" 
  She takes a sip of her margarita.
"Well you're going to be disapointed. They pronounce it without intonation."
  Koldan swirls his oversized martini around in its especially large glass, then keeps the olive in the glass with his teeth as he takes a sip.
  Koldan Illarion: "Somehow I suspected they would."
  Sin: "Now THAT is a comically tiny glass. :)"
  Sin laughs softly as Koldan skillfully drinks the martini without swallowing the olive. Then laughs when she realizes how small the glass is compared to his hands.
"You'll need 5 of them to make you a single drink!"
  He grins out of one side of his muzzle at her while he sets the half-empty glass down.
  "That's all right. Unlike most times when I go out, I don't need to drink to be entertained. I just focus on my fantastic company."
  He looks around the room, then returns his attention to you, leaning in intimately.
  "I've never been terribly comfortable in social situations, Sin. Thank you for being so lovely and distracting me so I can ease into it a bit."
  She still smiles, sparkles in her golden eyes, a kind of mystic energy flowing in them.
  "You have nothing to be blamed for. This is perfect."
  She reaches to his paw with her hand.
  "I figured you would prefer a quiet place for us to enjoy."
She takes another sip, blushing a little at the same time.
  Sin: "I must admit I prefer it this way, too."
  Koldan Illarion: "I wonder if you'd care to try a little dancing later. :) I promise to keep my feet off your hooves."
  Sin: "That would be a lovely thing to do, Koldan. Yes, I'd like to :) I am sorry if I rushed you", she says with a little hesitation in her voice. "I really needed to see you tonight..."
  She finishes her Margarita, the ice cubes tinting in the glass as she drinks the last drops. Koldan reaches out to take your hand.
  "I've gotten some drinks into you before dinner - if I'm lucky I might get to see a demoness when she's tipsy."
  He bumps the back of your hand with a cold nose, his equivalent of kissing it, before twining his fingers in yours.
  "You didn't rush me at all. I'm glad we finally got to do this. Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about?"
  Sin tries to hide her wince and partially succeeds.
  "You... you may reach your goal, Koldan. I have a hard time refusing what you offer me..."
  She looks at her empty glass, fakes a shocked expression, raises an eyebrow and stares at you.
  "I think it's time to fill our bellies, isn't it? :)"
  He stands up, avoiding the flower arrangement hanging from the ceiling, and offers his paw to help Sin up.
  "I agree. And my nose already tells me that we'll find the dining area upstairs. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me?"
  Sin gladly takes his han... paw and stands up, holding it tight as if he was about to leave and she wanted him to stay.
  "So many neat words in your snout, Koldan. The honor is for me, handsome wolf."

Carte


  They walk hand in paw to the elevator. Koldan carefully pokes a button with his claw. Sin watches, amused, how Koldan operates the elevator. She cannot refrain from giggling. After they walk in the restaurant, he will insist on pulling a chair out for her himself after the Maître d'Hôtel shows them the tables.

  He points at a table located near a window with a view on the ocean.
  Sin: "Shall this table be ours, then!"
  The Maître d'Hôtel nods, leading the way to the white covered round wooden table, and before he pulls a chair for Sin, Koldan does it. She smiles again (when did she stop smiling tonight?), lands a kiss on Koldan's cheek, and sits down comfortably. She thanks the garçon as he gives a menu to both of them. Koldan sits down a little less comfortably, having chosen this table simply because it's...bigger. He's satisfied the chair isn't going to break, then clears his throat and straightens the rose on his lapel.


  Sin opens the menu but doesn't look at it yet... she gazes at the wolf, still impressed by his outfit, uncomfortably excited by how handsome he looked.
  "Even if your rose was upside down, your hair a mess and you didn't wear a shirt, you would still look beautiful to me..."
  Koldan seems a bit flustered at that, really, and straightens his pocket accessory even more. No rose was ever arranged straighter upon a lapel.
  "That means a lot, coming from a beautiful woman. It means even more, when that beautiful woman is you."
  She blushes deeply this time, and since there was no way to hide her shyness this time, simply looks at her glass of water as if it suddenly was of a high importance.
  "Thank you Koldan. You're the sweetest..."
  She holds her phrase in the air, her mind wandering somewhere else for a moment.
  Sin: "Shall we order something to drink? o:-)"
  Koldan Illarion:  "Seems like a logical place to start. house wine, maybe?"
  He flips open the wine list and peers at it, holding it in his claws.
  "That sounds good to me. Wine, humm...."
  She licks her lips.
  "Do you realize it has been 3 months already?"
  He blinks and looks up from the list, meeting your gaze.
  Koldan Illarion: "Since we met? Hmmm. It hasn't seemed that long at all."
  Sin: "No."
  She browses the wine choices with a finger.
  "Funny how time can compress when in good company... Aha!"
She points at one specific wine.
  Sin: "What about the Burgundy? I like red wines with a meal...."
  Koldan Illarion: "Got yourself a deal. Crémant de Bourgogne? I find the consistency interesting."
  Sin giggles.
  "Well that's more a champagne than wine, but... anything would do, as long as we spend time together, Koldan."
 Koldan decided against the first option and goes with a pinot noir instead. Sometimes, the reliable standbys were the best. When the music seems right and the mood slips into a relaxed calm, with candlelight illuminating Sin's admirable skin, he asks:
  Koldan Illarion: "Is there a reason you had tonight as a deadline? Made it sound like you had some major engagements later."
  Sin: "I..."
  She hesitated long enough that it showed it was difficult for her to talk about it.
  "I am going to..."
  At this exact moment, the garçon appeared and asked about the order.


Red... or white?


  "A bottle of Pinot Noir to share, yes, please."
  She looked at the wolf.
  "Did you decide on the appetizer or a main course already or should we ask for more time?"
  She seemed to be relieved that the garçon came at that moment. Not that she didn't want to talk about it with the person close to her heart, but not... now. Not before starting on the food, at least.

  Koldan perks his ears up, as if remembering something.
  "Right. I decided when you mentioned coming here that I was going to try escargot for the first time. Care to join me in this culinary adventure? I make a point to eat just about anything at least once."
  He seemed genuinely excited about the idea, as if eating something for the first time was a milestone.
  "We can try something more...conventional if you don't dig on snails. I suggest prosciutto as an emergency backup."
  She smiles widely at her companion.
  "No, please. This is a wonderful idea. What a better moment than now to try this typical French plate? Let me join you in this adventure."
  She looked as happy as he was, rolling the hairs on the right side of her face around her finger.
  "Pinot Noir and snails... that is surely going to be an interesting combination!"
  She giggled, more happy than ever. Koldan quirks a brow, thinking.
  "Hnn. Is white wine better with snails, then? I didn't know if they were on the red meat or fish side of things..."
  He was plainly lost in the world of wines that were not sold in a box at the grocery store, but struggled valiantly on. Sin giggled more.
  "Ooooh, you know, it takes some time to learn how to match wines with food, so do not worry. It feels a lot more genuine like this, coming from the heart."
She puts her hand on his.
  "Yes, white wine works better with snails, because the meat is white and not that strong."
She looks back at the garçon.
  "Actually, get a bottle of Riesling."
  She didn't look a single moment angry or sad. Happy and amused, that was what she was showing. The garçon left after a nod, understanding they would order the main course later.


Love... ?


  "So, Koldan. We never talked about our loves. What is your current situation? I am... curious. :)"
  He pauses for a while, more from figuring out how to begin than from a reluctance to discuss it. Finally, he begins by noting:
  "German wine for snails. Really cosmopolitan of us. My current situation? I haven't been in a long-term relationship for...close to nine months?"
  His paw flexes as if he's about to count off on his fingers, but he refrains.
  "I suppose I hadn't been in the mood for such things afterward. A chance encounter here and there. Hence the place where you met me."
  He grins, fang poking out of his lip on one side of his muzzle.
  Koldan Illarion: "I think everyone goes through simplification periods in their love life like that. Recovery period."
  Sin: "Absolutely. You need some time to breath when your love falls apart."
  She was sad to know he had to go through this not so long ago.
  "What... happened? If you want to talk about it, obviously. I won't ask you if you don't want to :)"
  She had another genuine smile.
  "Have you considered trying again?"
  Her face took an almost imperceptible red tint.
  "Absenteeism, mostly. I simply haven't seen her for months, and I'm not sure where she went. No angry breakup or anything like that. I'm not sure which is better, though. Sometimes closure is just what you need, I guess. Even if it's not that fun at the time."
  His nose twitches as the snails arrive. They smelled surprisingly savory, for gastropods.
  "As far as trying again? Always. I don't give up easily."
  Sin takes the glass of wine in her hand and cheers with Koldan.
  "Enjoy."
  She took a sip, appreciating the dry wine in its entirety, very fruity and refreshing.
  "Trying to get her back or... trying something new?"
  She ate a snail that really looked yummy. This one didn't run fast enough.
  "Trying something new. Just because it didn't work out once doesn't mean everything else has to follow."
  He familiarizes himself with the small snail fork, the tongs, all the accoutrements of snail eating. Taking a big whiff of herbed butter, he spears one and works at it in its little receptacle.
  Koldan Illarion: "Man. Eating these takes more equipment than a lacrosse team."
  Sin: "It is true I have been inconsiderate of your ability to move such small tools... you must be used to much larger things."
  She giggles in a silly way. You could not see it, but her tail was wrapped around one of the table legs and it was crushing it. Her unconscious way of showing her stress.
  "We should have ordered the Tchernobylian snails... they come much larger... and sometimes with two shells."
  She laughed.
  "Is it normal that you always make me smile, Koldan?"
  She was half serious, half silly. But something was tickling her hard in her heart.

  He finally gets a morself snail meat transfixed and places it on his tongue, chewing thoughtfully.
  "I guess it's normal for us."
  The jokes catches up with him.
  "The problem with those snails is that you find their shells empty, because they were declared Exclusion Zones."
  Sin laughs heartily.
  "True! Now the question is do you get more meat with the empty and bigger ones or with the smaller and non-empty ones?"
  She winked.
  "I'd have to say you are more satisifed by conventional snails. However, the Chernobyl variety did have a really awesome series of video games made about them called S.N.AI.L.E.R. And now I'm just getting silly."
  Sin laughs even louder and when she successfully stops (with difficulty), she raises her glass of Riesling and cheers with you.
  "To us!"
  She takes a sip, mesmerized by your eyes, then mumbles, still looking at them.
  "...to us..."
  Koldan returns the toast, being careful as he usually is with glasses, since they don't work as well with canine lips.
  "To us. I hope we have a lot more toasts to the two of us, just like this one."
  He drains his glass.
  "Good call on the Riesling. Now that I've tasted it, I can see that red would have totally drowned it."
  Sin looks at the wolf from above the glass while drinking. Her tail was almost breaking that leg in half. Her eyes glowed more intensely as she finished its content and its freshness delighted her. She kept the empty glass there, playing with it and grinning, as if she was expecting Koldan to ask her something. She put the glass back on the table, opened the mouth in a 'o', but stayed silent.

  He waves a paw at the demoness, then points at her teasingly.
  Koldan Illarion: "Don't worry, I'm not letting you off that easily. Now it's time for me to fire that question right back at you. How's your love life looking these days, Sin? I imagine dating in Hell gets complicated fast. And now you have two worlds to pick from."
  Sin: "Well, technically it's true, but you would be disappointed by the emptiness of Hell right now. It actually has been pretty empty for as long as I remember..."
  She tries to remember before the blackout but obviously fails.
  "So I prefer spending my time in this world. Would you be surprised if I told you I never had a long-time relationship? Maybe because I never found anyone that was worth more than a one night stand."
  She was embarrassed just to mention that to Koldan.
  "But maybe... maybe? (if only?) It's going to change."
  The wood started to crack and she realized how tense she was. She relaxed, unwrapping her tail from the table leg. Koldan glances to the side, noticing her deathgrip on the table leg now that he can hear the wood grain cracking, and smiles.
  "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
  He finishes his last serving of snail, having mastered the diminutive tongs by now, and leans forward.
  "Sin, a single night with you would be more desire than most beings cram into an entire lifetime. If Hell made you the woman you are today, then I'm definitely glad Hell exists."
  She blushed deeply, looking at her empty plate. If you could see fumes coming out from her head, it would have not surprised her. She talked with a very little voice.
  "Thank you."
  She was still looking at her empty plate.
  "I'm definitely glad my path led me to you, too..."
  Her question, that she was about to ask, was the biggest leap of faith she had made in her life.
  "Would you... would you..."
  She was stuttering. She raised the face, finally fixating on your blue eyes with her golden ones.
  "Would you like to become my... partner?"
  She was burning from everywhere. A sensation she had not felt for...ever. Was she realizing what she was asking? No. Who cared?
  "Wwwweeee... wwweeeee... wwee have shared so many nice moments together."
  She continued with an excited voice.
  "And we still need to investigate that 'Persephone' you mentioned!"
  As if it had an importance in her request. Silly her. But she felt something was linking them in a way she had never felt before. Never. She was about to cry.

Depart


  Koldan lays down his utensils, ears perking at her question. His blue eyes took on an almost puppylike gleam.
  "Sin. I'd love to be with you. I think about you, and dream about you, and we have so much to do together. For one thing ,you've got to teach me how to order wine worth a damn. And yes...Persephone. If I'm going to find who she is again, I want to do it with you."
  He reaches across the table to put his large paw over her hand, stroking the back of it with his fingerpads.
  "I'd call this a happy occasion, kiddo. No need for waterworks."
  He smiled. Perhaps the Gene Autrey was putting him in a stereotypically gangster mood.



  She puts her other hand on her mouth, gasping as she had received the most beautiful gift she could think of. The sensation of your paw on her hand --- that she turned upside down for the palms to touch... Two small tears were running on her cheeks. And she laughed when you imitated a gangster.
  "A demoness..."
  She sobbed.
  "...a demoness marrying a wolf gangster... what an awkward pair."
  She looked really happy about this "awkward pair".
  Sin: "I... don't know what to say... I'm the happiest living demoness..."
  Koldan Illarion: "Hah. Not so much the gangster part. They don't make Thompsons big enough for me to hold. Or violin cases, for that matter."
  He adds his other paw to the equation, holding your hands firmly in his as he leans forward over the table to lock gazes with you.
  "You flatter me, madame, getting so flustered and worked up over a question like that. I'd have to be an idiot to not sprain my neck nodding yes!"
  She gazes back at him, her eyes wide opened as a puppy would look at himself for the first time in a mirror. She bends forward.
  "It isn't an easy question to ask.... I feared the refusal so much."
  And before you have a chance to answer, she kisses you on the lips, at the end of the snout, where she had a chance to reach you. She was holding your hand tight, and her tail was back around that table leg, but not because of stress this time.
  "It was an easy question to answer, Sin. But now I have a hard one for you...what would you like to order for dinner?"
  His nose was working, like it always did around good smells, reacting to the aromas wafting in from the kitchen.
  Koldan Illarion: "Also, I'm sort of jealous of the whole prehensile tail thing. Mine doesn't do that."
  Sin: "Well..."
  She giggled as she wiped her tears from her face.
  "...it can be a curse, too. As soon as someone grabs it..."
  She blushed. You knew what happened.
  "Someone told me I was like Sangoku. I don't know what that means."
  As the garçon takes the plate from the table, she orders her next meal.
  "I will go with the porterhouse. Medium rare."
  She turned to Koldan, smiling.... again.
  "What about my furry half? :3"
  He grins broadly.
  "That's my girl. I knew I'd picked a woman who loves her meat. Nothing sexier than a carnivore. I was going to order the same, and I'm sticking to my guns...I like my meat on the wet side, though. As rare as you can legally let me."
  He nods to the monsieur and returns to looking his new mate in her eyes. It felt natural, as if they had always been together and had just now thought to make it official.

  Sin's eyes were a perfect confirmation of that natural feeling. They were serene and confident.
  "I like when there is blood in my plate."
  It was strange to see her talk like that, dressed up with this black gown.
  "It's just the taste... I love it."
  She smiled for a few seconds, still under the strong spell of Koldan's acceptance, but her traits became more serious, at a point where she almost looked academical.
  "I had something else to tell you."

   The waiter was walking to their table, two plates with gorgeous pieces of meat.

  Koldan is only momentarily distracted by his plate, his mouth opening slightly to allow deep smelling as he takes in the complex aroma of the meat. But his eyes soon snap back to hers, his predatory instincts overcome by her hold over him.
  "Well. If it's as good as the first thing you had to tell me, we're in for one fantastic night."
  Sin winces again and this time doesn't try to hide it.
  "Unfortunately... no."
  She was still wincing.
  "I even feel worse now that I know that she left you without warning 9 months ago..."
  She stops eating, contemplating her meat that she suddenly didn't want to eat anymore.
  "I'm... leaving."
  She knew it was weird to say that right after asking Koldan to share his life with her.
  "But not forever. One month and one week., exactly. I'm leaving tomorrow."
  She looks at the blue eyes, very worried of what she was about to see.
  "But... I'll be there from time to time. Not on the same hours, you know? Eight hours of difference. And since we have this... advantageous connection between our spirits... I'll still be able to send you messages."
  She has a sad smile.
  Sin: "And I will."
  Koldan Illarion: "Eight hours, hmmm? That sounds like Hell time. I can guess where you'll be."
  He lets his paws continue toying with your hands, stroking the length of your fingers with his claws.
  "I'm not worried, Sin. You're worth waiting - and yearning - for. And every time I get to see you, it will make me happy."
  She can't stop a tear to run down her cheek even with Koldan's reassuring words.
  "I just don't want you to... think you're not important to me."
  She had a shiver, because of your fur caressing her hand gently. Her ears twitched slightly.
  "I also didn't want you to think it was merely a trick to imprison you in any way. I did not make our relationship official yet because... I wanted you to know that before. I respect your freedom. It's extremely important to me."
  She smiled shyly.
  "But if you still want to make it official..."
  A wider smile.

  Koldan digs in his pocket for a tissue that is, oddly, appropriately sized for him, and uses it to dab at the moistened corner of your cheek.
  "I don't think any of that. I know you better than to think you're manipulative."
  The corners of his muzzle were starting to fatigue from smiling so much tonight, and he didn't mind in the least.
  "Can you give me a little time to see if I can contact Vespur and tell her? We haven't spoken in a long time, but it might be better to hear it from me first than to get some sort of automatic notice."
  He takes a look at his handiwork, dabs at your face again gently when another tear rolls down.
  Koldan Illarion: "Please don't take that as any kind of reluctance on my part. Things between me and her have just been in limbo for a long time, and we should have ended it officially a long time ago."
  Sin: "No, I understand completely... sincerely."
  She sobbed and smiled at the same time, as weird as it looked.
  "Actually, I find this very honest and nice from you. This is also why I love you Koldan. You are a respectable gentleman."
  The garçon approached the couple but stepped back when he saw it maybe wasn't the best time.
  Sin: "As you said you would for me, I will wait for you, too. It's a simple thing to do if that lets you move on from a... ghost, if I may say. I don't mean to offend you."
  Koldan Illarion: "Thank you. :) I'm glad you understand. And that being said...it's 4AM and despite wanting to stay up with you until the sun rises, I'm about to pass out. :) I assume you're going to be busy tomorrow with your flight. But please, when you get a chance to talk, do let me know. :)"
  Sin: "Well... Indeed. I was supposed to take care of things but I did not. Guess I had something more important to do :-)"
  She marks a small pause.
  Sin: "I will, absolutely. A month without talking to you would be too hard I think anyway. :-) And... thank you for staying awake so late. I knew you were, and... I wanted to thank you."
  Koldan Illarion: "In the interim, I will do some homework on wine. :) I hope to talk to you soon."
  Sin: "I hope to talk to you soon Koldan, too... Give me some news on Vespur. I hope everything will go well."
  Sin goes around the table, leans on you, hugs you and kisses you at the same time.
  Sin: "I wish I could stay here..."
  Koldan Illarion: "I'm sure it will. Just want to give the courtesy. :) I do too. You've made me very happy. Good night, beautiful. It's been a great evening!"
  Sin: "Good night, my love. It's been a fantastic night."

At Hell's gate

Posted on 11:28 PM 0 comments

(This is a continuation of a previous post: Connection)

  Krof focused on the baleful yellow light that came into view ahead, recognizing it for an elevator control panel. He had been this deep into the reactor level before - once. He peered around the junction to the right with his usual methodical care, then nodded toward the corridor.

  "Keep lookout."

Elevated


  His paw reached out and wiped layers of dirt and what looked like dried blood off the touch panel, then tapped the call button with a gauntleted finger. There was a rumble somewhere far below as unseen motors engaged and the summoned lift ground its way up toward them, grinding metallically from lack of maintenance. The Skoll took up position by the doors and waited, ready to fire into the elevator if anything emerged from it. He plainly did not like the tight confines of elevators, and grew vigilant every time they passed one or, even worse, had to use one.
  "Radiation shielded," he explained. "Usually restricted access. But ship security was...reset. When we tried to rebel."
  He waited some more, occasionally glancing at the bar measuring the elevator's progress.
  "Almost worked."
  Wrath followed the tall creature in the dark, feeling some kind of organic tissue under her hooves; the air was full of nasty smells, but thankfully it was not new to her, she who had spent countless hours wandering in similar places in Hell.

  She jumped when the call button beeped loudly. She was more tense than she wanted to admit, and she tried to calm down by breathing slowly. The progress bar finally reached its completion and the elevator appeared, stopping abruptly at the floor level, inviting the two souls on a creepy ride between confined walls. The demoness started to understand why this mode of transport was particularly dangerous, especially after seeing the jellies floating around.



  "A rebellion? Against what exactly?"
  She followed the Skoll on the elevator, but she peered into the corridor to make sure nothing was following them. She grabbed the wolf's arm, as if she was afraid to loose him on the 9 feet wide platform, her other hand still holding the knife. Krof stepped onto the platform, moving his weapon to rest on his shoulder in order to make room for Wrath. The ride down would require them to be very close, a situation he would probably not have objected to under normal circumstances. But now, he was too hypervigilant to pay much attention to her closeness. He waited for her to take up position with him, finger poised over the downward-pointing arrow that blinked in the haze as if winking at them.
  "Rebellion against ship. We tried to escape, make attack. Shut down reactor."
  He hit the button, and the platform began grinding downward, their vision filling with machinery-strewn shaft walls.
  "Is why there are none of us left anymore."
  He stood motionless, bands of light refelcting off his faceplate at regular itnervals as they descended.
  "When we go to Hell, I will not like it as much as you."
  Wrath pressed herself against the giant's armor, trying to find a comfortable position as the elevator started to move down. She cried as the platform suddenly bumped down a few inches, holding her unexpected companion firmer. Her horns were now tickling the base of the Skoll's helmet, but she didn't notice; she only knew that the space was limited. Her voice sounded like coming from under a pillow.



  "So the ship has a will of its own... And it obviously got worse... when everyone died."
  She wondered if the ship could be considered as a demon itself. It would not be good news if it was the case; a mad demon is definitely more dangerous than a reasoned one. She moved her body a bit, turning her shape against the black protections.
  "You know, you might have a biased vision of Hell... it is not as bad as here. You might even like it."
  But she omitted the fact that she would never allow an alien to follow her there. Krof snorted, venting CO2 through his respirator.
  "If you say so."
  He did not sound convinced. He spent the rest of the lurching descent in silence, the intimacy of their contact lessened by the fact that he was fully armored and could feel nothing. As the elevator slowed, he pushed his way past her, weapon ready to deal with the choke point at the lift's destination. His tail lashed from side to side uneasily - he definitely did not like being squeezed into confined spaces on board the ship. And with his size, he squeezed often.

  He stepped off the platofrm, his heavy boot clunking against the deck, and cautiously advanced ahead of the demon.
  "Your home may be very nice, yes," he says, continuing the earlier conversation. "But visitors it sends? Full of fire and torture."
  Wrath cringed, taking the last words spoken by the Skoll both as a compliment and an insult. She wanted to explain to him that not all demons were necessarily mindless, that he could even find some with whom he would have a wonderful time, understand how the casts were organized... and then she was stunned again by her thoughts. Why was all of this so important to her? Didn't she want, moments ago, to abandon him as soon as she could go back home? Why did the Skoll suddenly have such an importance in her heart?

  She shook  her head from side to side.
  "Zhukov... Please be careful."
  It was stupid. Weak, and stupid. They had been on full alert since they had reached the lower levels of the ship, so it was unnecessary to say these words. The corridor turned left a few dozen feet away.
  "I still can't feel anything..."
  She stepped out of the elevator, closing on the wolf. The  walls were covered in dry blood, the metal was rusty, and her hooves made a very discernible noise at each of her steps. She wished she could avoid this unwelcome sound.





Bond


  If the Skoll had heard her request for caution, he did not show it. instead, he halted at a turn in the corridor, tail still thrashing, and peered around it as if he expected to come under fire at any moment.
  "This is wrong," he states flatly, and takes several seconds to explain himself. "Was not this way before. There was service bay here, for repair drones. That work in radiation zone."
  He shook his head.
  "Has changed. Persephone, she does this sometimes. Changes, traps. Diverts. But never so much of one deck."
  He sounded almost angry, now, out of his element. A large portion of his brain was devoted to the deck plans of every known ship in his home region of space. He could walk through them as if born on them, even those he had never actually been aboard.

  But now, that was all gone.
  "She uses this...to trap."
  He glances back toward the way they came.
  "Elevator is probably not there anymore."
  Wrath looked back, and the Skoll's prediction had indeed happened: the elevator had disappeared, but worse, the call button was not there anymore. The walls surrounding the elevator arrival zone were burning in red fire, a cynical view that reminded her of the Chasm attack earlier. They were now trapped in this corridor, and their only option was to walk deeper in the entrails of the ship, offering themselves to the will of the Persephone.



  "You... didn't mention that."
  She was angry of the situation; maybe it could have been avoided if  she had been warned beforehand? ... She knew it was not the case, but it could not stop her frustration. She stepped heatedly forward, but Zhukov barred her way to keep her safe from the danger further ahead — even if it could come from anywhere.

  But in a fit of passion, she strongly pictured her pushing the Skoll aside to let her pass. She felt a wave of energy flow from her to the wolf (not literally, but she could not explain it otherwise), and his ears flattened against his head as a response. It felt very strange. And powerful, at the same time. Was her wrath still effective here?

  Krof lurched on his feet, Wrath's will funneling through the mental link that he was becoming increasingly aware of. He flattened his bulk against the wall, creating a gap for her to pass through. She had not spoken to him or vocalized her desire in any way  he had just known it, pictured it in his mind.
  "The fuck are you doing to me."
  The enthrallment, the obsession with her, was temporarily gone as his temper flared. For that fleeting moment, she was simply another seducer from Hell, and it nauseated him that he had allowed her to lure him down here, to wander the Persephone's hellishly infinite guts and die down here. Either from her fellow demons or more indirectly, from long and slow starvation.

  He had a string of mental images, which she might be able to receive as well, the bond working both ways. He was beyond caring if she saw. They involved killing her, in vengeance for this betrayal. The sound of her neck snapping as he twisted her head off with his bare hands  he had done it to humans before. Of lunging, bearing her to the ground, smashing her skull in with bare fists to conserve ammo.

  The Skoll's mind could be an ugly place, too. And his clawed hands flexed and clenched with the subconscious desire to act on his rage.
  "I did mention...that we would die down here," he snarled.
  Wrath realized at this moment the link she had with Zhukov was bidirectional.

  So that was it.

  The bond she had created with her own blood gave her control over his mind, but had the disadvantage of letting her thoughts pass through in clear. Thankfully, she hadn't thought about the worse, but they were in an awkward situation right now. Would she go through the gap or excuse herself? Which decision would have the best outcome? She was trying to solve this puzzle when her vision got obscured by an image of her covered in blood, the face barely recognizable by the hits given by the... Skoll that was sitting on her immobile body. She staggered in shock under the violence of the thought. Zhukov had almost seen right in her game, and she had to redouble her efforts to avoid him discovering the truth; she had to make him believe that he would have a chance to leave this place.

  She stepped back, pretending to be more afraid than she really was, raised her hand in front of her face, and spoke:
  "I am sorry, Zhukov. I am far from home... we are both trapped in this place and we already lived terrible moments in the Persephone... and these corridors drive me crazy."
  She pointed at the passageway behind the Skoll.
  "It will be over soon..."
  She didn't lie. She sincerely thought it was going to end soon for both of them. But maybe not in the same way. And she didn't pass the wolf, willing to show him the respect he was maybe looking for.
Krof glared at her through his optics, his battle fury throttling down, his hands ceasing to clutch at his weapon. She had expertly shown just the right behavior to sidestep his anger. The bond between them tensed, relaxed, and returned to the comforting euphoric link that it had been before.




  The mere suggestion that she was innocent, lost, confused...it was enough for him to reconsider. He was a protector, at heart, and she knew how to channel that. He stared at her for a long while, his other senses keeping watch down the corridors, until he raised his weapon again and resumed advancing down the winding maze.
  "*I* have been living moments here," he snapped, but the venom was already drying up in his voice. "You just got here."

At Hell's gate


  Something about their abrupt reconciliation felt wrong. But what didn't feel wrong down here, closer to Hell's open, festering wound.
  "You're right. I am sorry."
  She thought it was a little unfair that the Skoll didn't consider the radical change of environment she had experienced, but she had no right to be demanding at this time. But she felt the bond loosen up a bit. This was all just a game, but deep in her heart, hidden below layers of thick, insensible and bland shells, a sparkle happened, diffusing a heat that very slowly melt them.

  Wrath was attacked at the most private zone of her personality, and she knew nothing about it.

  She looked around her.
"We should probably not stay here."
  As she said that, Zhukov arrived at the end of the corridor, reaching a rusted door also covered in blood.
  "Do you know if there would be any place near the reactor where one would store small objects such as keys?"
  She didn't raise the fact that they might never reach the reactor. But who cared if it was the case. Things would have been over at that point.

Connection

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(This is a continuation of a previous post: Descent)

  Wrath closed the wrist with rage as she heard Moloch's name. She had been thinking about him since she had set hoof on the ship.

  The bastard... so he had survived.

  And likely hurt in his pride, he had sent these disgusting beasts on the Persephone to take care of her. Thankfully, it was probably impossible to predict where his envoys would appear exactly. It likely saved their lives, as reassuring this thought could be. The demoness looked at the Chasm, and suddenly raised an eyebrow; it was almost a smile that appeared on her face.

Talk

  "Chasm. Are you really here to protect something? Do you even know what you are guarding?"
  She was pretty sure the creature had been given mindless orders, and it could not possibly understand what this place was.
  "Do you even know you are blocked here for the eternity without our help? Did Moloch tell you that?"
A small bluff. But not a lie entirely. She, as a matter of fact, didn't even know what she was looking for exactly.
  "You are going to run out of 'supplies' very quickly."
  They only fed on fresh meat. Pretty disgusting, but it was the truth.

  The demonic grin remained, as the towering demon unfurled its clawed hands at its sides, its talons bursting into momentary flame and cascading up its arms.
  "Not here to treat with you, Exile," it spat, re-using the same moniker that she was given by the child-demon earlier. "Here only to obey."
  Krof had remained disciplined enough not to fire into the demon point-blank, most likely through doubt it would actually accomplish anything. He remained stock-still, moving only enough to keep himself between Wrath and the Chasm. He let the exchange run its course, having nothing to contribute to parley between the denizens of Hell.

  Wrath slowly leaned forward and whispered into the Skoll's ear, summarizing what she had heard and spoken in demonic language.
  "He won't let us pass."
It was not exactly true, but anyway she refused to go back; they were so close. Her anger grew again. This misbeliever... That rotted nobody... She should have taken care of him long ago!
  "Be prepared to fire, Zhukov..." She reached for her knife. "NOW!"

  She yelled her order and jumped to the ceiling in an acrobatic move, propelling her body  down again in another powerful inverted jump. She aimed for the head, which she successfully hit critically, inserting the blade 4 inches in it. Not enough to kill it, but it would be disoriented at the least, blind with a little bit of luck, dead if the Skoll's weapon had any efficiency on this creature. The Demoness was not faster than bullets, but her attack probably took less than 2 seconds. One couldn't tell she could have accomplished this move in such a confined space. The Chasm swung its arms forward, trying to rip Wrath's body opened, but the horned creature was too swift and easily avoided the claws.

  The skoll snapped into action, on high alert and perhaps attuned to Wrath's wishes on more than just a material level. His thumb flicked his fire selector to armor-piercing and he waited the split second necessary for Wrath to be out of his line of fire. He could not miss such a massive enemy at this range, and his first shell hit the Chasm directly under its chin and detonated, spraying fragments of the thing's rocky hide. The chasm reacted by hunching in on itself, as if in preparation for exertion, and burst into a pyre of abyssal flame - the second round of the burst was swept up in the wave of intense heat and flash-melted into liquid metal before it struck. Krof disappeared underneath seething flame, half plasma and half spiritual holocaust, as the Chasm defended itself.

The Doors of Hell


  Wrath restored her balance after avoiding the powerful claw attacks right in time to see the Chasm burst into flames. She rushed forward.
  "NOO!"
  She suddenly had a panic attack at the idea of loosing her only way to get her freedom back. In the slight second where she leaped forward, she inexplicably had Zhukov's blue eyes appear in her mind with a confused feeling attached to it: the fear of its lost. Why? She could not explain it. And really, she didn't have time. She opened her wings and wrapped herself into them. As she did so, their consistence changed and they became almost solid, forming a very efficient barrier to the Chasm's attack. She placed herself between the two beligerents, protecting the wolf by doing so, the fire being redirected to its sides. Soon, the heat dropped and the fire disappeared. Wrath slightly opened her wings, just enough to look at the beast. Its face, already ugly, was now horribly deformed by the knife planted into its skull. Its left eye was collapsed, dark blood was pouring from the wound, which made its grin even more disturbing.

  The Chasm grabbed the knife handle, and slowly pulled it out. The cracks it made were indescribably awful. When it popped out, a bubble of blood formed at its previous location and another wave of dark liquid spilled out of it. It dropped it on the floor, which produced a loud metal sound when the blade hit the grate. The demoness was still looking at the horrid being when it hit again with its large claw, from the side, onto her wings. Surprised, she was lifted in the air and was pushed back several feet backwards and landed behind Zhukov and on the side, sliding for an additional foot. The Chasm had a dark, guttural laugh.
  "You think you're smart."
  It grinned in an even more horrible way.
  "I'm not alone."
  But the creature made a step backwards.

  Even shielded by the wings of Wrath, the Skoll was on fire, fighting to remain conscious as the sheer heat rampaged through the skin of his armor and wreathed him in suffocating air. His suit raised several alarms about the ambient temperature, the displays blurring as the CPU overheated from abyssal fire. Without his boarding armor, he would have been incinerated. Unknown to him, the artifact he wore had also turned aside much of the heat, although it could not fully protect him. He raised his weapon and fired, taking a step backward toward where Wrath had struck the deck. The heavy armor-defeating rounds slammed into the demon, with some effect now that its flame had abated. The chasm raised a clawed hand to protect its eyes and continued slinking back, black ichor erupting out of its hide where the Akula's shells struck it.
  "The Keys are hidden, Exile," it snarled cryptically in parting. "By those who watch and those who guard."
  With that, it disappeared, the angles of the corridor collapsing into jagged visual chaos momentarily as a hole was torn in reality to admit the Chasm back to Hell. Krof sank to his knees as his suit struggled to manage the heat, directing power to thermal shunts.

The Doors of Lust


  Wrath looked at the Chasm disappear with incomprehension; then realized she was the only one that could not phase in Hell anymore. Her earlier threat had probably sounded ridiculous.
  "Zhukov!!"
  She jumped to her feet, her wings back to their normal texture and position.
  "Good. You're alive."
  The fumes raising from his armor didn't look too good though, but Wrath ignored them since she didn't have to care.

  ...

  ...

  Did she?

  As she made two steps forward, she looked at the black protections again and couldn't refrain a feeling of concern, as if the Skoll's current health status did matter more than his ability to walk and fire his weapon.

  She... had an hesitation, opened the mouth, kept it this way for too long to look natural, blushed so slightly that it was invisible in the current lighting, then finally said:
  "Did you ever hear about people that watch the ship's reactor?"
  She leaned forward to retrieve her knife, her garment pulled on the side, highlighting the dark skin of her leg.
  "Yes. Yes, I am."
  The Skoll propped himself up with the butt of his rifle and kept watch down the corridor as he waited for his suit to report his medical condition. Even still smoldering, even after that harrowing encounter, his helmet tilts slightly and his gaze fixates on that one exposed, dusky-skinned leg, the curves inherent in her flesh triggering his mental bond with her and proving very distracting.
  "And...no. Have not heard of this."
  He was silent for a long while, with that tension that bespoke unasked questions, before he continued.
  "It...said something. About keys."
  He was unsure how he knew that, and was looking to her for confirmation. Wrath smiled at first when she noticed the wolf's titled head as she stood back up, not exactly knowing where he was looking but having an idea. If there was one thing that Wrath was appreciated for in Hell, it was her curves. But no one would make the error to mention them to the demoness...

  She was still grinning when Zhukov spoke for the second time, but her expression changed dramatically to a literally shocked face.
  "How do you... have you learned the demonic lang..."
  It was impossible. The way she spoke with her kind was not only involving words. It was partly sound, partly spiritual, partly body language... How could the Skoll know any of it? Then she realized he had overdeveloped senses; and even if it was very unlikely, maybe he had partly understood what the Chasm had told her.
  "Sorry. Yes, it did. It is related to my question. It said that the Keys were hidden by those who watch and those who guard. I think it's pretty easy to guess that the Keys will open the portal, those who guard are probably other Chasms, but those who watch..."
  She plunged into her thoughts, at mid-distance between the two mysteries that were presented to her in the past 2 minutes.

  Krof shook his head, as if to clear it, then ducked as another of the drifting jellies emerged from the wall and sailed over him.
  "Fuck."
  He rose to his feet and advanced a pair of steps down the corridor, as his HUD registered some dehydration and superficial burns where his skin contacted his armor.
  "This is going to get only worse. You know this, yes."
  It was not a plea to turn back - he was far too enthralled with her to refuse her request to visit the reactor. That much was obvious as he turned his head again to lock his gaze on her displayed leg. It was only a statement of fact. He turned his head to the side in his helmet to take a pull from the water tube built into it, found it warm and unrefreshing.
  "What was that? Have never seen anything like it...step through before."