Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 12:14:29 GMT -5
The demoness was still on all fours when the Emperor approached her, she couldn't even look him in the eyes. The sting of defeat was too great, and Amatricina tried to regain some of her dignity when she leaned back to sit on her knees. She didn't resist when he draped his cape over her, it at least covered up her modesty until she had the energy to reconstitute her magical attire. "I'll take it under advisement..." The demon said bluntly when Carambolis commented on her attire. There was no armor in existence she knew of that was stronger than her own body. Her magically created apparel would only become more durable as her strength grew, and unless she found something truly magnificent and powerful to wear, the demoness had no intentions of changing her signature style.
Amatricina scoffed when the Emperor spoke in his euphemisms. "Is that a positive expression among your kind?" She questioned, taking the vial and inspecting it with a careful eye. "On my home world the rain is highly acidic, it mixes with the noxious gases pumped into the atmosphere by the constant volcanic activity. All our building materials must be highly resilient to corrosion due to this." Her tone was deadpan, she was simply stating facts. Amatricina was in no mood at this point for anything beyond simple facts. She peered at the vial, and its curious orange contents. If he wanted to kill her, he'd have done it with that attack. Hell, if we wanted to kill half a continent, he'd need only aimed that blast a few degrees lower. She reluctantly accepted the aid, avarice compelling her not to refuse a gift. Downing the contents in one gulp, the demon wiped the rest from her lips. It was bitter, but not as bitter as the taste of a humiliating defeat and a mouthful of molten blood had been. "I've had worse." Amatricina said flatly, though her nose upturned from the aftertaste. "And my attire is not gauche. Extravagant, yes, ostentatious, I will admit... But I am not gauche. Your culture just lacks the avarice to fully appreciate gold as mine does."
The demon rose slowly to her feet, her body still ached but the drug was taking effect. She already felt somewhat better, though she'd need to find a place to lick her proverbial wounds. Amatricina made sure to hold the cape tight around her immodesty, she enjoyed flaunting her considerable assets, but only on her terms. Reconstituting her attire was the first thing she'd do once she had the energy to spare. Amatricina let out a long sigh at the Emperor's comments, they were among many bitter pills she had swallowed this day. "It does not matter if we persevere, Emperor Carambolis. What matters is that we thrive. You have opened my eyes to a great many things. My kind is too blinded by our realm, we are too isolated from a mortal realm that has clearly changed far more than I could ever know." The demoness let out another sigh, it wounded her pride greatly even to admit what she was saying. "I thank Emperor Carambolis of the Kabochans. You have opened my eyes to a reality I was blind to. This knowledge will be my weapon against my foes that even now plot against my clan and I."
As the Emperor flew off the demoness reached out to him one last time through the waning vestiges of their mental link from before. 'You and I are not through Carambolis. I expect to be seeing you in the future, very shortly.' Amatricina wished to see more of this bizarre power the Kabochan wielded, both to study its capabilities and to learn more of its secrets. With the Kabochan gone Amatricina was left by herself on what remained of the battered little island, alone with only her thoughts. She reached a hand up to touch the broken tip of her horn. It was painfully sensitive to the touch, exposed blood vessels and nerve endings stinging in agony to the open air. Some demons liked the "broken horn look," they thought it made them look like fearsome battle scarred warriors. Amatricina was not one of them, the chitin would only heal naturally while the wound was still fresh. If she allowed the damaged horn to scar over it would leave an ugly seam when she found time to have it restored. She would not allow such an imperfection to grace her physical body.
Amatricina stood upright, having gathered enough of her strength. The strange vile the Emperor had given her had done what he said, so with any luck his ship's medical facilities could mend her severed horn. With the flick of a wrist the demoness threw off the cape, exposing her naked form to the barren isle to enjoy. Her eyes flared red, and a pyre of flame momentarily engulfed her body. The flames condensed, magically forged into a new set her trademark attire, save for the golden bracelets and other jewelry that normally hung from Amatricina's larger right horn. She demoness dusted herself off, inspecting her attire for any flaws or imperfections in her handiwork. Finding none she gathered up the Emperor's cape and slipped the empty vile ginger into her more than ample cleavage for safekeeping. With that Amatricina summoned her ki, aura flaring as they flew off at a more gingerly pace back towards the Emperor's mighty flagship. She would return his personal effects, then seek out these "healing baths" he had talked off. After today's events Amatricina could do with a good long soak.
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Amatricina scoffed when the Emperor spoke in his euphemisms. "Is that a positive expression among your kind?" She questioned, taking the vial and inspecting it with a careful eye. "On my home world the rain is highly acidic, it mixes with the noxious gases pumped into the atmosphere by the constant volcanic activity. All our building materials must be highly resilient to corrosion due to this." Her tone was deadpan, she was simply stating facts. Amatricina was in no mood at this point for anything beyond simple facts. She peered at the vial, and its curious orange contents. If he wanted to kill her, he'd have done it with that attack. Hell, if we wanted to kill half a continent, he'd need only aimed that blast a few degrees lower. She reluctantly accepted the aid, avarice compelling her not to refuse a gift. Downing the contents in one gulp, the demon wiped the rest from her lips. It was bitter, but not as bitter as the taste of a humiliating defeat and a mouthful of molten blood had been. "I've had worse." Amatricina said flatly, though her nose upturned from the aftertaste. "And my attire is not gauche. Extravagant, yes, ostentatious, I will admit... But I am not gauche. Your culture just lacks the avarice to fully appreciate gold as mine does."
The demon rose slowly to her feet, her body still ached but the drug was taking effect. She already felt somewhat better, though she'd need to find a place to lick her proverbial wounds. Amatricina made sure to hold the cape tight around her immodesty, she enjoyed flaunting her considerable assets, but only on her terms. Reconstituting her attire was the first thing she'd do once she had the energy to spare. Amatricina let out a long sigh at the Emperor's comments, they were among many bitter pills she had swallowed this day. "It does not matter if we persevere, Emperor Carambolis. What matters is that we thrive. You have opened my eyes to a great many things. My kind is too blinded by our realm, we are too isolated from a mortal realm that has clearly changed far more than I could ever know." The demoness let out another sigh, it wounded her pride greatly even to admit what she was saying. "I thank Emperor Carambolis of the Kabochans. You have opened my eyes to a reality I was blind to. This knowledge will be my weapon against my foes that even now plot against my clan and I."
As the Emperor flew off the demoness reached out to him one last time through the waning vestiges of their mental link from before. 'You and I are not through Carambolis. I expect to be seeing you in the future, very shortly.' Amatricina wished to see more of this bizarre power the Kabochan wielded, both to study its capabilities and to learn more of its secrets. With the Kabochan gone Amatricina was left by herself on what remained of the battered little island, alone with only her thoughts. She reached a hand up to touch the broken tip of her horn. It was painfully sensitive to the touch, exposed blood vessels and nerve endings stinging in agony to the open air. Some demons liked the "broken horn look," they thought it made them look like fearsome battle scarred warriors. Amatricina was not one of them, the chitin would only heal naturally while the wound was still fresh. If she allowed the damaged horn to scar over it would leave an ugly seam when she found time to have it restored. She would not allow such an imperfection to grace her physical body.
Amatricina stood upright, having gathered enough of her strength. The strange vile the Emperor had given her had done what he said, so with any luck his ship's medical facilities could mend her severed horn. With the flick of a wrist the demoness threw off the cape, exposing her naked form to the barren isle to enjoy. Her eyes flared red, and a pyre of flame momentarily engulfed her body. The flames condensed, magically forged into a new set her trademark attire, save for the golden bracelets and other jewelry that normally hung from Amatricina's larger right horn. She demoness dusted herself off, inspecting her attire for any flaws or imperfections in her handiwork. Finding none she gathered up the Emperor's cape and slipped the empty vile ginger into her more than ample cleavage for safekeeping. With that Amatricina summoned her ki, aura flaring as they flew off at a more gingerly pace back towards the Emperor's mighty flagship. She would return his personal effects, then seek out these "healing baths" he had talked off. After today's events Amatricina could do with a good long soak.
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Total Word Count: 9,849
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