CYNISCA DURAND
Fiore
i didn't wanna turn this into somethin major, i just wanted to make you appreciate nature
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Post by CYNISCA DURAND on Jul 19, 2013 1:16:22 GMT -5
When you were a materialistic monarch, it was favorable to pay in contracts than money; you couldn't pay a maid in a dark contract. She had a lot of little demon friends to help her out in her daily endeavors. The curse that were her eyes more often than not were a gift. They weren't supposed to be, and since she was summoning fiends into her castle, she could be seen as incredibly irresponsible, but that was just her style. What was even more irresponsible was how she got some of these little trouble makers to do her paperwork, make her food, do her hair, etc.
When her door flew open, the excessively flamboyant room was harboring upwards of fifteen small, demonic creatures. These ranged from imps to little... what honestly appeared to be spheres with a demon tail, and eyes, but lacked a mouth or nose; those were just bouncing around, contributing nothing, so God only knew why she summoned them there. Cynisca was perched upon a chair, and there were a couple of hellspawn standing on stools, apparently expertly conditioning and brushing her hair.
Attention snapping towards her enraged kin, she quickly ducked to elude the incoming, satanic projectile. It slammed into the imp that was directly next to her, before crashing into a the nearest wall.
"ARGHH!"
"IT'S THE DEMON PRINCESS, RUN!"
Squeaky, demonic cries washed over the room as they all scurried around, abandoning their previous tasks, before amalgamating and hiding underneath Cynisca's lavishly sized bed.
In the aftermath, after she'd been berated by her sister, she could only manage to smile apologetically in response. A certain timidity seizing her features. Thankfully, she knew her sister, and there were ways to douse the fire before it spread too far.
"Because, my baby sister's so cute when she's mad! I simply cannot resist."
The best part was, she didn't even have to lie, or put on any pretense; she fully believed these words.
"You know it's fun to mischievous sometimes. Remember when we were kids? And all four of us would stay up past our bedtime, snuggle up under the blankets with a flashlight, and tell one another ghost stories? And I was first scared, but I had my gallant baby sister to protect me, mm?"
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