A Special Tea Party! (Mammon)

[Moloch]

January 25, 2012
HAPPY AY? 8D

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Such was the sound of Moloch's gargantuan feet as he lumbered forward, entering Regal Necropolis. As one of the largest beings in Inferis, he had little to worry about in terms of a sudden attack from any demons trying to vie for power, yet he was still flanked on either side by three Hegvelm golems anyways, for a different purpose; each massive demonic giant came bearing large amounts of ice cream, with many sprinkles. Most of the sprinkles were screaming, giving the convoy a beautifully terrifying entrance. Why was he in Regal Necroplis, with noisy ice cream? Why, he was visiting his leetle older sister, of course! Mam-mam. Otherwise called Mammon. It was high time they had a little get-together again; he occasionally sent out invitations, but she had declined for the past four hundred years. Sad Moloch. But this time, she'd said yes, and he was happily strolling into Regal Necropolis now, with his favorite and most delicious snack.

As his booming footsteps rocked the streets, he soon arrived in front of her palace, and a thought occured to him; how would he actually... Get in? Not every door in Inferis was made with a massive beast-bull-thing in mind. So he shrunk down to his mortal form, at a mere eleven feet in height, and stepped into the grand bastion. "MAM-MAM!~" boomed the loud, but happy, roar of Moloch, as he searched the large foyer for Mammon, while his guards slid the large ice cream bowls, each ten feet tall, at least, into the room behind Moloch, themselves standing as sentinels outside, as the fifty foot tall golems were far too large to enter.

"MOLOCH HAS BROUGHT ICE CREAM!~"

[Mammon]

Great thundering steps thundered across the expanse that was Regal Necropolis, Mammon sitting up slowly from where she had been laying. She had stretched herself out on a long bed, pressing herself up on her hands as she emitted a great yawn whose breath caused her hounds to rustle all about her. She was resting in what could be called a bedroom, at least four of her hounds sprawled out about the room. It was so adorable that they wanted to be so close to their mother. Sliding her legs around, she pushed herself up, three tails swaying from side to side as the mouths across their surface also yawned, the sound that that created rather... distinctive. "Come now pups, its uncle Moloch." She spoke to them quietly, all four rising up and stretching as she strolled right past a couple of bodies that she had drained of their blood. She had gotten bored last night and some had decided that was a perfect time to meet her. Silly creatures. You did not disturb the blood goddess when she didn't want to be disturbed.

She walked down the stairs, winding through the various halls of the palace that she called home, ignoring the various sounds that echoed off the black stone to her ears. Screams, moans, coins spilling, whipping... Any and all of it was there, yet it wasn't that entertaining at the moment. Leaning down to one of her pups she actually smiled and stroked its mane, "Go tell them to quiet down. Politely please!" With a lick, the Barghest was off like a light, leaving her with three pups as she chuckled darkly to herself. "MAM-MAM!~" Yes, Moloch was there alright. He was such a puppy of a younger brother that she found he was one of the few of her brothers and sisters that she enjoyed spending time with. Anyone else... it depended on her mood. "MOLOCH HAS BROUGHT ICE CREAM!~" Ice cream eh? How delightful! She descended down the stairs in her demon form, tails swishing behind her as her three hounds went bolting forward to tackle the 11 ft tall man and proceed to lick him enthusiastically.

The sight made her smile, splitting apart her multi-jawed mouth into an odd sort of grin, but a grin it was. "Now now pups, don't smother him. It's good to see you again Moloch." She offered a clawed hand to help him up as her little darlings stepped back and go sniff the ice cream. The fourth one came bolting down the stairs and to her side, receiving some pets as she glanced over to the bowls, "I can't think of the last time I had ice cream-- Oh!" One of her pups began to pant and whine, the screams both muffled and not reaching her ears like a sweet sweet tune. Her smile widened, "And our favorite sprinkles! How thoughtful Moloch." Off in the distance she heard the scream of one of her weepers, a glint coming to her crimson eyes as she stared down a little at her sibling.

"Don't mind that. Won't you come upstairs? I decided we could have tea on the balcony so your minions could join us as well." She asked as she gestured up towards the stairs, blood tendrils seeping from the walls to pick up the bowls for them. They would easily fit.

[Moloch]

No sooner had the hulkish brute called Moloch entered the domain of Mammon, than was he attacked in his incredibly weakened and much shorter form. A whole pack of war hounds! Each ten feet to the shoulder, he stood no chance as they all came down on him, unleashing pure chaos with their insanely powerful licking attacks. A thunderous chortle (YES. CHORTLE.) came from Moloch as he gleefully rolled around with the pups on the ground. "HELLO DOGGIES~ YOU'RE ALL AS FLUFFY AS MOLOCH REMEMBERS, HAHA!~" As he played with the three large slobber-factories of fire and terror, he heard a voice. The voice of Mammon, it was, calling off her loyal lickttack dogs, and assisting Moloch to his feet. The bulky beastman gave a toothy grin. "IT IS A PLEASURE SEEING YOU TOO, MAM-MAM!~ AND I SEE THE FLUFFIES ARE DOING ALRIGHT AS USUAL." He stared up at Mammon as he spoke, inwardly finding it very amusing, the sort of role reversal. He was usually much, much, much larger than his siblings, so it was amusing to see that in his mortal form, she still had him by a few feet. Although given his gargantuan demon form, that wasn't much of a difference at all, compared to to eighty or more feet he had on her demon form, let alone her mortal form. Ahhh, fun.

It seemed as he briefly pondered things, the pups had discovered the ice cream; he'd brought plenty to share! And following suit, Mammon too noted that she hadn't really had ice cream in a while. For you see, even those as insanely superhuman as the Archdemons couldn't resist exactly two things; the amazingness that was David Bowie, and ice cream. Thanks to Legion and Moloch, respectively!~ "MMMHM! ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU AND YOUR LITTLE ONES. THEY'RE STILL ALL NOT-DEAD AS WELL!~ JUST FOR YOU." And indeed, this conversation WAS really happening; just, between two very unique people in a very unique realm of existence. He heard a dreadful shriek, breaking him from his thoughts, and cracked a smile (as if he hadn't already...?) as he pictured the variety of icy pets he kept in his domain; Mammon's were just so cuuuute!

At her invitation upstairs, Moloch nodded his head, quite pleased with the idea of letting his Hegvelm enjoy the meal as well; hopefully it was a big balcony, though; the ice golems WERE quite large, and he really didn't want to seem to impose by having them be too towering. Luckily, as they reached the balcony, it was more than accommodating, and he took his seat in a rather nice chair that didn't creak that much as he sat. Sadly, the balcony was far too small for him to shift to his more comfortable form, but it was okay. Mortal form was good too. Now it was time for tea, and Moloch was very happy about this; Mammon always had the best tea recipes, probably even better than Beelzy's! Plus, Moloch had even brought his special teacup; it was definitely not a hollowed out half of a mammoth's skull. Much...

[Mammon]

"HELLO DOGGIES~ YOU'RE ALL AS FLUFFY AS MOLOCH REMEMBERS, HAHA!~" Moloch was probably one of the excessively few people that Mammon would allow to call her puppies any sort of endearing name that didn't involve "hounds of hell" or one of the other proper names that they had. He was just... so sweet with them. If there was any sort of piece of her old Angelic self left, it had found itself with Moloch. Lucifer was a special case, he didn't count. Moloch might not have been the brightest out of the bunch, and he was certainly the biggest, but he also very rarely got on her nerves. Her other siblings... well, that was a tale for another day. "IT IS A PLEASURE SEEING YOU TOO, MAM-MAM!~ AND I SEE THE FLUFFIES ARE DOING ALRIGHT AS USUAL." He was also the only one that she would allow to call her Mam-Mam. "Yes, they missed you." She commented with a slight chuckle, the sound rumbling through the twisted Buckingham Palace, causing one hint of a screech on one of the upper floors. She ignored it, taking this time to look over the ice cream bowls. Mmmm.... she could smell the blood.... Most excellent.

"MMMHM! ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU AND YOUR LITTLE ONES. THEY'RE STILL ALL NOT-DEAD AS WELL!~ JUST FOR YOU." Mammon had to smile, widening at the sound of that screech so that it split the center flap of her mouth, leaving her with both jaws grinning, the center flap remaining closed between the two of them. Snapping her fingers twice as they ascended the stairs, two of her puppies went running off and away to some other part of the palace, the remaining two hurrying on ahead of her. The first pair went to notify a couple of her shades, the others were to... well.. just walk in front. She didn't have a particular reason, they just knew that that was where they should go. They arrived first to the balcony, just in time as two great black wisps of shadow leaned out of the walls to place a tea set down upon the ebony table. It was a rather nice tea set, a gleaming, smooth ebony with gold filigree engraved in its surface in beautiful swirling patterns. Mammon wasn't known for having lax and ugly things! She liked her pretty things in their pretty place, and she ALWAYS wanted more. More to add to her collection of pretty things! At this point she suddenly shifted to her mortal form, sitting down in one of the chairs with her little smirk upon those handsome lips.

Ah, but with the tea pot there, she glanced back and brought the three bowls of ice cream out, the tendrils swirling up beneath them before hardening. In that way, it added three sturdy extensions filled with screaming deliciousness to be enjoyed. The two other pups came back with bowls balanced somehow atop their heads, spoons clattering inside which finally stopped rattling as they slowed beside the two Archdemons. They whined hopefully, causing Mammon to grin as she picked up the bowls and placed all the bowls and spoons atop the table near the tea. "Well done my darlings!" She petted them affectionately, scratching behind their decaying ears and beneath their exposed chins, chuckling at how they growled happily before laying down off to the side. "Now then, my dearest Moloch," she picked up the pot and poured them both steaming cups of tea, making sure to fill his particular cup that he had brought with him, "Do fill me in on what you have been doing these past few hundred years! I apologize I could not accept your invitation sooner, I had a few wars I was taking car of, I'm sure you understand." She paused and looked up at his Hegvelm, one of her hands still resting on the pot, "Er, would they like cups as well?"

[Moloch]

Moloch gave a cheerful and rather booming laugh, as Mammon noted how excited the pups were to see him, as he reached up a bit to scratch behind an adorable, somewhat flaming, ear. "AND MOLOCH MISSED THEM!~ THEY'RE JUST THE CUTEST THINGS..." And they really... were? Well, considering the loose definition of adorable... Yeah, they could be considered adorable. To Moloch, they were. Soon after expressing her gratitude over the apropos flavour of the sprinkles, Mammon smiled, and began to lead the way to the balcony for tea, her puppies going off to do her bidding.

Moloch trailed along behind her, marveling slightly at how obedient her puppies were; a lot like his golems, they did as they were commanded without question, and oftentimes, didn't even need to be told what to do. They were almost as ancient as the former angels themselves, the first ten demons created; subservient, perfect, and magnificent. Sadly, they ran out of wonderful ideas soon enough, and while they made plenty of breeds of demons, none ever could match the loyalty and perfection of those ten. The puppies were wonderful servants to Mammon, the Hegvelm were wonderful guards, and the High Seraph was... Well, a special case.

He pondered all this, as Mammon's servant-like shadows prepared tea, taking a moment to do as few mortals ever did, and appreciate the often overlooked things in life; and it was truly sad, he had seven billion years to have already forgotten the novelty of the first ten true demons, and hadn't, yet it took mortals maybe a month, a mere nanosecond on the timeline of Moloch's lengthy life. Amusing. Mammon took a brief moment to transform into her own mortal form, in order to sit, also to Moloch's amusement, as he now truly displayed his gargantuan size; he had her by about five or six feet.

Moloch seated himself across from Mammon, as ice cream and tea was set before them, for their nice tea party. Ever since Beelzy had invented the stuff, archdemonic tea parties had been quite popular forms of socialization amongst the group. Mammon spoke, as she, or rather he, as it was currently, poured the cups of tea. Blowing gently on his steamy tea, the liquid was rather taken by his icy breath, and was chilled rather quickly, to a nice lukewarm. Just the way he liked his tea. With a smile and a brief sip, he looked to Mammon. "AH, THE USUAL. CAUSED A FEW BLIZZARDS, AN AVALANCHE HERE AND THERE, NEARLY DONE WITH THE ICE CAPS- WHO KNEW POLAR BEARS MADE SUCH WONDERFUL SPRINKLES!?" He chuckled, taking another sip of tea. It was really good tea, he'd have to get her recipe. "THE LITTLE ICE AGE WAS FUN. REALLY SEEMED TO BOTHER THE GREENLANDIC COLONISTS, THEY ALL DIED. BWAAMP-BWAAAAAAAAMP. AND IT IS FINE, MOLOCH CAN APPRECIATE A GOOD WAR. LIKE HOW I HELPED THOSE SILLY RUSSIANS OUT DURING THAT ONE WAR. THE FIRST ONE, I THINK. " As they carried on their small talk, it appeared a very good question had occurred to Mammon, concerning his Hegvelm, who had moved to stand around the balcony, casting a pleasant shadow over them as they enjoyed their tea and dessert. "HMM... PROBABLY!~ THOUGH I SHOULD PROBABLY CHILL IT FIRST; DON'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY MELT THE POOR LITTLE GUYS!" Smiling up at his large guards... Yeah, little guys sounded about right... Kinda.

[Mammon]

Mammon was well aware she had lost the height bonus from her Demon form to his Human form, but that wasn't something too terribly important. Moloch had always been the biggest of Lucifer's Archdemons and that was simply an undisputed fact. No matter, she could sense the blood leaking from the bowl closest to her, a smirk rising to her lips as she held out her bowl towards it. A little bowl of blood lifted itself out of the ice-cream deliciousness, placing itself within her bowl nicely so she didn't really have to get up. That, and then she'd have a lovely mix of blood in her bowl too. Mmmm blood... She mixed two sugars in with a little dollop of creamer, stirring it about before sipping at her tea. Mmmm perfection. "AH, THE USUAL. CAUSED A FEW BLIZZARDS, AN AVALANCHE HERE AND THERE, NEARLY DONE WITH THE ICE CAPS- WHO KNEW POLAR BEARS MADE SUCH WONDERFUL SPRINKLES!?" Yes, Mammon had heard of these events while she had been playing with her own little toys. Chuckling, she shook her head, not really knowing why polar bears made wonderful sprinkles. She hadn't taken the time to try them so she wasn't sure. "I'll have to give them a try." She mused quietly, sipping at her tea again before placing it down in its saucer.

"THE LITTLE ICE AGE WAS FUN. REALLY SEEMED TO BOTHER THE GREENLANDIC COLONISTS, THEY ALL DIED. BWAAMP-BWAAAAAAAAMP." Mammon had to laugh there, "AND IT IS FINE, MOLOCH CAN APPRECIATE A GOOD WAR. LIKE HOW I HELPED THOSE SILLY RUSSIANS OUT DURING THAT ONE WAR. THE FIRST ONE, I THINK. " Oh yes... Mammon had remembered that, her mouth twitching at the memory of World War I and II. "Which was appreciated. Stalin wouldn't have reacted so perfectly if not for that." Oh yes, she had had a hand in Stalin's complete killing of so many Russians and essentially fucking over Russia even to today. Russia was one of her favorite countries to play with, especially considering all the border issues that they have... Mmm delicious. Ah but yes, Moloch's little pets! "HMM... PROBABLY!~ THOUGH I SHOULD PROBABLY CHILL IT FIRST; DON'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY MELT THE POOR LITTLE GUYS!" Mammon smiled and also glanced up to them, snapping her fingers again as a shadow fell over the balcony. Another smokey demon rose up with a larger tea set perfect for his Hegvlem, their own teapot resting on the tray.

"Hmm...Now that won't work..." Turning in her chair, she rose up and raised his arms, summoning up a spire that acted as their own table for them. She whistled up to the shadow being that leaned over the balcony more, placing the tray down in front of them. And its task done, the shadowy creature straightened back up and vanished, light flooding them again. Mammon was taking her first spoonful of ice cream, humming happily at its taste. "Perfection Moloch. Truly." She commented, scootching her chair to the side in case he wanted to get closer to blow on their tea. "I hope they like it." She glanced over to her puppies, snapping her fingers again so that they could also have some of the ice cream, including more of the sprinkles for them which made the screams grow in volume. Oh yes, she had totally cut into some of those bodies without killing them. It gave more blood into the mix then!! Her puppies whined happily before digging in, each one eating at their own bowl properly as she had taught them to, the sight making her male form smile contentedly, gold eyes twinkling.

[Moloch]

Moloch watched with a bit of interest as the blood from one of his sprinkles flowed by Mammon's powers into her bowl. It was a rather neat sight, one he didn't see quite as often as he'd care to. She was the mistress of blood, a definite winner for most brutal archdemon. Listening to her as he idly sipped at his own tea from his large cup, he smiled as she noted that she'd like to try polar bear flavored sprinkles sometime. "MOLOCH WILL BE SURE TO BRING A FEW NEXT TIME, THEN~" Because people didn't kill polar bears, nor did the climate kill polar bears; archdemonic tea parties killed polar bears.

Moloch listened as she noted her approval of his involvement in one of her little games, to which he grinned, pleased to have been so helpful. "AHH, STALIN. SUCH A FUNNY LITTLE MAN, HIM. I WAS WORRIED FOR A WHILE HIS HEART MIGHT HAVE BEEN COLDER THAN MY ICE; UNTIL IT STOPPED ONE DAY, HAHA! SILLY MORTALS, EH?" He gave a little chuckle. Ah, but he was jesting; none could come close to the icy wrath of Moloch!~ Though he did quite enjoy watching Stalin. It was a bit like watching a movie, though. Over so quickly, and while it was great... You never quite want to watch it again, and if you did, it'd get stale.

As they spoke, his Hegvelm remained statue-like, behind them, until Mammon noticed they had yet to be served, and set out a large tea set to accomodate the massive golems. Leaning over, as the set was placed before them, Moloch blew a gentle breath over the tea- immediately freezing the condensation on the teacups, and chilling the tea almost to the freezing point. With a smile, he nodded to them, and in turn, each of them took a teacup, and erm... Well, poured a bit of the tea onto their heads. They didn't really have mouths, but they absorbed the tea anyways, seeming fairly content for rather emotion-neutral giants.

As did the little pups, it seemed, as the shrieks of his sprinkles increased, and he turned to see the chunks of human flesh mixed into the faintly pink ice cream as Mammon's hounds feasted. He propped his chin up on his fist, leaning on the table slightly as he watched them eat, an amused glint in his eye. "THEY'RE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE WHEN THEY EAT. I TAKE IT THEY LIKE THE ICE CREAM?~"

[Mammon]

"MOLOCH WILL BE SURE TO BRING A FEW NEXT TIME, THEN~" Mammon couldn't help but smile at his offers, sipping at her tea again, white hair billowing a little in a light breeze that ran through. "I will look forward to it dear brother." He spoke in that smooth voice of hers, always looking forward to Moloch's recipes with this ice cream. It was something she knew she could never really make herself considering... well... lack of ice powers, but that was alright. She had the best tea out of any of the realms, even Beelzebub (much to his irking she imagined not that she had spoken to him in a long time). She wondered at possibly making an ice cream flavored with her tea.... She'd have to talk to Moloch about it a bit later she imagined for now they were onto Mother Russia. "AHH, STALIN. SUCH A FUNNY LITTLE MAN, HIM. I WAS WORRIED FOR A WHILE HIS HEART MIGHT HAVE BEEN COLDER THAN MY ICE; UNTIL IT STOPPED ONE DAY, HAHA! SILLY MORTALS, EH?" Mammon laughed at that, remembering how he had begged for her to let him live longer, to extend his life so that his reign could continue. She had simply told him... No. OH HIS FACE..... his face at that moment..... It had been SO FREAKIN HILARIOUS!!! The way that it had fallen, then grown angry, and he had tried to shoot her. What a silly man....

Her laughter subsided as she shook her head at the memory, glancing back to the Hegvelm to see if they liked their tea or not. Well.... they dumped it on their heads... Mammon raised an eyebrow at the sight of it, tilting her head a little bit in musings. So they did not really have mouths... But they seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. Moloch at least seemed pleased for them and that was just as important considering he was her guest of honor. Her puppies, on the other hand, were quite noisy and obvious about how much they enjoyed their treat, chomping and gnawing with their tongues of flame that melted the treat before they could really consume it. So more singe marks were left on the floor of the balcony, their bowls somehow managing to withstand their hot breath. It brought a little smile to her lips as she sat there holding her teacup in one hand, the other waving a finger so that the floor did repair itself a little. "THEY'RE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE WHEN THEY EAT. I TAKE IT THEY LIKE THE ICE CREAM?~" "They are. They are such little darlings, aren't you boys. Aren't yoouuu, yes! Yes you are!" A couple came up and licked her face, burning the pretty pale flesh as her free hand scritched and scratched across two of the beasts that rumbled in happiness. "Yes they do. It does become sort of soupish under the heat of them, but they still enjoy the sprinkles and taste immensely." He spoke despite the fact his face was half-burnt in weird patterns, showing off muscle and bone as the two hounds finally backed off and returned to their places to lick their bowls pristinely clean. Sitting back in her chair, she looked over to her brother as her flesh knitted itself back together, smiling warmly to him, "They love their dear Moloch almost as much as Lucifer. I would offer to let them go visit you, but I would be concerned about them melting everything." She explained with a little frown to her lips, the last of her wounds healing itself until that handsome face was once more restored.

[Moloch]

Moloch grinned a pleased grin as Mammon said she'd be looking forward to his next visit. They really should have tea more often... And indeed, her tea was the supremest of teas, far surpassing even Beelzebub, who invented a great many foods with his fire and such. He hadn't been all too pleased when Moloch had invented frozen dairy treats, alas. Especially when they began to mix with his own domain, adding cookies and chocolates and fruits and such to his ice cream. Ahh, but Beelzy eventually forgave him for it. Probably.

The subject switched then to Russia, and he quite enjoyed Mammon's laughter as he spoke about Stalin. To hear his "little" sister's enjoyment of such things was pleasant. Hey, even archdemons are allowed to be happy! Anyways, he then watched as she seemed a little surprised, and somewhat amused, as his massive ice golems ate their ice cream. Technically, they not only lacked mouths, but lacked a stomach as well; in a land of chaos and physical defiance, the creatures didn't need to abide by the silly laws of Cell Theory, nor any other common biological laws, for that matter. They were living glaciers, plain and simple, and just HAPPENED to absorb ice cream through their kinda-skin. So adorable... In a way?

And just as adorable, he watched as Mammon's pups enjoyed their slushy treat, as she cooed at them like a mother speaking to her babies- and so it really was, they were her little babies! And he grinned as she noted just how much they love their uncle, himself. He really wouldn't have minded them coming over, but it wouldn't end well; they'd melt everything, and the melted snow would drip all over them and put their flames out, poor things. "HAHAHA, YES, AND MOLOCH LOVES THEM TOO." He smiled as he patted one's large head, singing his hand a bit in the process, much like Mammon's partially melted face from their licking. "THOUGH MOLOCH DOES SUPPOSE YOU ARE RIGHT... AH WELL, JUST ANOTHER REASON TO COME VISIT YOU, YES?" And indeed, he really would have to visit her more often. Such fun they have when they meet for tea!

[Mammon]

"HAHAHA, YES, AND MOLOCH LOVES THEM TOO."  Mammon observed as he singed his hand a little, musing over whether or not that might be more painful for him considering where it was that he resided.  Then again, he was an archdemon so there was no real cause to fret too much over such a small thing.  "THOUGH MOLOCH DOES SUPPOSE YOU ARE RIGHT... AH WELL, JUST ANOTHER REASON TO COME VISIT YOU, YES?"  He nodded his head, white hair spilling over his shoulder as he sat up to pour himself some more tea.  A small smirk played across those pretty features, nodding once as the tea pot was placed back down on the tray.  "Sadly so.  It absolutely is!  And you are the only other one that is always welcome here my dearest brother."  Her eyes raised to meet his gaze at that, flashing a brilliant gold as she smiled to him.  It could remain unspoken who else was allowed to arrive at any moment, for she knew that most (if not all) her siblings knew of their Master's slight favoritism towards her.  And if they didn't know already then they were a sadder bunch than she had even imagined.  The only one that wouldn't know was, well, asleep still.  

"Our other siblings do get so very.... testy.  Or boring.  How ARE they by the by?  Have you spoken with any of them recently?"  He asked him, mixing in an oddly red tinged sugar cube and stirring before sipping at that delicious liquid, not tinged with a hint of blood.  Mmmm, perfection.  "I don't think I've seen any of them except for you for at least several centuries if not more.  Well, and Lucifer as well, but thats another matter entirely."  She mused aloud, her mouth twisting as the young mans body settled back comfortably in his chair.  Yes... In fact their Lord was supposed to stop by the very next day, something she was quiet looking forward to.  But as for the rest... a slight frown had settled in, her hounds glancing up at the change in their masters demeanor.  She liked being removed from the rest of them because either they had angered her at some point, annoyed the living shit out of her, were boring as hell, or.... well... there was always something wrong.  When they had been back in heaven, there were no such issues.  They were very different people now, however.

[Moloch]

(xD;; Sorry for the delay. We started this thread in April. 8D Still going on in July... lol)

Ahh, that was rather nice of her to say. Short of Lucifer, Mammon was perhaps his favorite of the archdemons, a notion that was reciprocated by her as well. Though, to be fair, he did quite enjoy the company of all of the archdemons, and, despite being considered the archdemonic representation of wrath incarnate, he was often considered the friendliest of the bunch, always attending archdemonic tea parties, going on rampages through Inferis whenever it struck the mood of one of his siblings to do so, and always, always, sharing his ice cream. In fact, when he did get mad, his general personality contrasted starkly enough with his inhuman rage to at least double the potency of just how mad he was. Also see; the extinction of the dinosaurs, and 80% of life on the planet, for that matter.

But the subject then shifted towards the other archdemons, as could have been anticipated by the flow of the conversation; inevitably, they would indeed have had to speak of them, eventually. "HAHAHA, TRUE, TRUE..." came the rumbling laughter of Moloch. "WELL, FROM WHAT MOLOCH KNOWS, BELIAL IS HOLDING A COMPETITION BETWEEN SOME PETTIER INFANTS." He paused to chuckle, amused by the fact that such beings as a Legionnaire and similar adversaries would be locked in a battle royale for their lives. Amusing indeed.

"LEVIATHAN RECENTLY HOSTED A TEA PARTY, ALTHOUGH YOU WEREN'T INVITED. OR YOU WHERE, BUT CHOSE NOT TO GO? MOLOCH DOES NOT KNOW. LEGION AND HIS SILLY INFANT PET HAVE BEEN UP TO ABOUT THE SAME ANTICS AS USUAL; I HEARD THAT HE POSSESSED A CAT, FOR SOME REASON. ODD, NO?" Then again, Legion always was an odd one... Both the eldest and the youngest of the archange- no, no, archdemons- you'd think seven billion years would be enough time to avoid such slip-ups of the memory, right? - and had always been somewhat strange.

"ASMODEUS HAS RECENTLY INVENTED A NEW DISEASE, QUITE DEADLY; HOPEFULLY, SOME DEMON HUNTER OR TEMPLAR WILL SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO RETURN HOME AND SPREAD IT TO THEIR INFANTILE FRIENDS! OH HO HO... WOULD THAT NOT BE FUN TO WATCH?" Mortals. Silly things, they. "AS FOR BA'AL, HE GOT OVER THAT PHASE WHERE HE WAS A WOMAN, AS I RECALL, THOUGH I'M NOT SURE IF YOU HAVE SPOKEN TO HIM SENSE THEN; MOLOCH'S MEMORY IS FORGETFUL SOMETIMES. AND BEELZEBUB... MOLOCH IS NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT THE LORD OF THE FLIES WOULD BE UP TO."

He paused momentarily, sipping his tea, before smiling a wide smile, blank eyes, void of pupil and iris, looking to Mammon in playful jest. "AND OF COURSE, MAMMON IS HAVING TEA WITH MOLOCH, WHOM IS HAVING TEA WITH MAMMON!" Laughing at his own little joke, however funny it may or probably was not, he pondered thoughtfully, realizing that he'd only mentioned eight. There were ten archdemons, right? And he'd intentionally skipped Lucifer, as Mammon already knew how he was doing. Then it struck him that it was Belphegor he'd skipped. Ahhh, yes... Sleeping Beauty sometimes passed by his thoughts; it had been what, days now? Such a lazy one, Belphegor... Taking the millennium off like that. Though considering how utterly boring it was around Inferis half the time... Who could blame him?

[Mammon]

(( lol right? we really need to end this one haha xD ))

"HAHAHA, TRUE, TRUE..." Mammon could feel how her palace trembled slightly at her brothers laugh. Not that she particularly minded, it wasn't a bad sound which was the most important. "WELL, FROM WHAT MOLOCH KNOWS, BELIAL IS HOLDING A COMPETITION BETWEEN SOME PETTIER INFANTS." An eyebrow raised slightly to hear this, a competition? Should she have let Gaius go then so he could participate? Or had he already done so? Well, no matter really, she was quite content to keep him waiting on fulfilling his oath to her for a while longer. Such an oath was often a rare and valuable thing, especially to demons. But back to the actions of her war-mongering brother Belial, she shouldn't really be that surprised that he would be holding such a contest. Her head nodded once as she got herself and her pups more bowls of ice cream.

"LEVIATHAN RECENTLY HOSTED A TEA PARTY, ALTHOUGH YOU WEREN'T INVITED. OR YOU WHERE, BUT CHOSE NOT TO GO? MOLOCH DOES NOT KNOW." Mammons lips twitched and frowned at mention of their... enthusiastic sister. She decided to save her comment for when he was finished, "LEGION AND HIS SILLY INFANT PET HAVE BEEN UP TO ABOUT THE SAME ANTICS AS USUAL; I HEARD THAT HE POSSESSED A CAT, FOR SOME REASON. ODD, NO?" A single white eyebrow raised at that, golden eyes twinkling for all of a couple of seconds in amusement. Now why in the world would he have done that? Was he really that bored? Or apparently wanting to know what it was like to possess a cat? She would never know, or care to know. "ASMODEUS HAS RECENTLY INVENTED A NEW DISEASE, QUITE DEADLY; HOPEFULLY, SOME DEMON HUNTER OR TEMPLAR WILL SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO RETURN HOME AND SPREAD IT TO THEIR INFANTILE FRIENDS! OH HO HO... WOULD THAT NOT BE FUN TO WATCH?" The handsome body immediately tensed up at the very name 'Asmodeus.' If there was one sibling that she guaranteed hated with a passion, it was Asmodeus. Bitch always clung onto Lucifer and fawned on him. Always sending those whores of minions off to bother and infect the land. The pale features twisted as the golden eyes turned a bloody crimson, the very light of the land seeming to dim as the air grew heavier. So she was playing with diseases eh? Probably venereal. Disgusting fucking cunt-nugget. Her hounds sat up and became restless, ears flicking back and forth at the shift of power and mood from their mistress.

"AS FOR BA'AL," Mammon took a deep breath as she blinked twice, all returning to as it had been before... that twat-waffle was mentioned. The light returned, the air grew lighter, and his eyes shifted back to that creamy gold. Ba'al. She generally liked/tolerated Ba'al. "HE GOT OVER THAT PHASE WHERE HE WAS A WOMAN, AS I RECALL, THOUGH I'M NOT SURE IF YOU HAVE SPOKEN TO HIM SENSE THEN; MOLOCH'S MEMORY IS FORGETFUL SOMETIMES. AND BEELZEBUB... MOLOCH IS NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT THE LORD OF THE FLIES WOULD BE UP TO." He had been a woman? Mammon scoffed and shook his head, sipping at his tea while eating more of that fresh cup of ice cream. Her hounds had already devoured their shares. Beelzebub was another that she could most likely tolerate, though they had certainly had their disagreements over the years. He still wasn't happy that her tea was better than his, nor had he probably forgiven her for adapting (not quite stealing) a couple of his recipes.

Things were quiet for a moment as they both sipped their tea again, the Queen of the Necropolis pleased for this update on her siblings. Perhaps she should pay closer attention to them, especially... Her eyes drifted off towards the direction of the Entropic Chasm where Belphegor slept still, his lips pursed ever so slightly in thought. "AND OF COURSE, MAMMON IS HAVING TEA WITH MOLOCH, WHOM IS HAVING TEA WITH MAMMON!" Now he smiled and laughed a little, sitting up a little from his chair. "I see... this is all excellent to know. I did, in fact, receive an invitation from Leviathan to join but," here she paused, taking a deep breath before exhaling in a slow sigh, raising her eyes to stare at her dear brother again. "I chose not to attend." A simple enough answer, and one that would undoubtedly be enough for Moloch if he were at all curious. "Thank you for telling me Moloch, I do appreciate it. Otherwise I'd probably have to actually go speak to them and that may not be the wisest course of action." Her smile grew as she went to pour them more tea only to find that they were out.

Her brows knitted together as her smile became apologetic, "I'm sorry, we seem to be out of tea. Do you need to return to the Tundra, or do you have time for me to brew another pot?" She asked him, glancing over to his hulking friends as her puppies shifted in their sleepy or semi-alert states. Yes... today had been a good day. A proper visit between the two, and something that she had certainly missed for Moloch was such a binding glue between the scattered members of their twisted family. He was the child that everyone liked, that everyone got along with no matter what the situation might be between siblings otherwise.

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