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Vine felt her emotions curdle into anger. Watching the tiger acting so aloof when he was the one who'd pawed for her attention only aggravated her temper.

Isolation had never been a choice.

Isolation was the penance set by everyone else who couldn't bear to hear the truth. Him included.

"Well, why stick around? It's not as if there's anything more for you to plunder from me now." Vine retorted, her tone growing openly hostile, and wryly cruel. "After all, you've gotten presents, prophecies, potions, an entire province. Throw in a few half-decent fucks, and what else is there to keep you around?"

Yes indeed, why stay? He'd proven his point all those years ago that he could maul a prince, fuck a queen, and still get away with it. Why bother holding up his pretenses any further?

Vine had monsters enough to pick at her depleting carcass, she didn't need him doing the same.

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Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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Vine was feeling that the mood was completely ruined with his conjecturing.

"Why tell me all this now?" She challenged, sitting up. Her grin was rather wicked. "Don't tell me you're trying to emulate my brother with me. Whisper, whisper in my ear, see how much you can get?"

Vine wasn't stupid. She was perfectly aware of what she meant to Rakesh....a victory of sorts. Something that he could show to the world and prove he'd made it. Humiliating Orobas had not been enough.

Dreadfully ironic that the wild tiger of the jungle would so casually suggest a cage.

"Well go on! What harm could it do?" She spoke in a concerningly bright tone, almost baiting him. "Tell me then, mastermind, what kind of devious plot shall we hatch to convince the world I'm but a frail old lady, living in Heresy's icy halls?"

@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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".....ugh."

The hand that had been petting his head soon squeezed his jaw, squishing the jowls of his mouth. "Did you take advantage of being heavier than me to pin me with a lecture?" She said, sounding annoyed. "Or are you going to be getting to a point eventually?"

Control. Ha!

Why was it the Sins had to have all the control? Why only them, and Lucifer? She'd more than proven to be their equal. She'd made two Rings, and ruled over a race of fiends with six mighty guardians that would put any enemy to flight. Her power of Heresy grew stronger each day. The more her subjects came to know themselves, the more potent it grew.

Her hands were regaining their old strength. She wouldn't need Lucifer's blessing on them any longer....in time.

"I hardly think pandering to Lucifer is the trick. My brother has been playing that card for millennia, and nothing has changed for him. He's still nothing more than a glorified herald, fit only for obeying."

@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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The angel didn't recognize wisdom at a glance. Nor did she know the word.....loss.

It was new, like so many words were new. It chipped away at her innocence, and though knowledge was welcome, the Ophanim had yet to understand what a yawning pit awaited beneath it.

Soft hands reached out to touch her face. She meant to comfort, even if she was not so skilled. Comfort was a recent thing in the Garden of Eden, because sadness had only existed a little while yet. She had seen the Morningstar give it, and thought it something precious and beautiful.

But her hands began to scald, and burn, as if Lilith's skin was incendiary. The angel stood up, gazing in growing horror as her naivety eroded faster and faster by the minute. Wisdom dawned on her in horrifying strokes.

And the third eye shot open.

"What have you done? What have you done?" The angel stumbled backwards, and the ground rumbled. "What have you done?!"

The pit opened and Vine fell.

The vast subconscious manifested in the shapely figure of the woman, turned her head towards the fluttering angelic being at her shoulder. Her eyes were a dead giveaway that she was not the fleshy emanation of her beating heart's consequence. They were as dead as the void - the twinkle within the purple sheen that regarded the prophet lacked the compassionate liveliness that made up the future matriarch of the netherworld. Her eyelids drooped with a heaviness that didn't denote exhaustion. Rather, they made her look wise, and aloof but also with a hint of unmistakable danger as if the role of soothsayer had been switched and it was Lilith who knew Vine's secrets instead.

Why feel afraid of what you have always known? Lilith's lips curved as she lifted the piece of thread into view, and right on cue - that cruel flint within the chill of her narrowing gaze set the entire string aflame and burnt it to a crisp.

"Loss."

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.....

Hm. Interesting.

So the old bitch doesn't just send monsters like what I know- Vine thought, listening with curiosity. -it's a reflection of the soul they're sent to destroy. This one-

She let the third eye see.

And in it she saw an opportunity....something to lighten the load.

".....Very impressive. I've only met one mortal man with the strength to handle such dangers." She smirked. "And he is far more boorish than you."

Vine looked him over, still smiling in a rather mysterious way. "The rules of Hell remain clear. Only the souls of the dead and Hellborns may remain. There are exceptions of course-" She tittered. "-as Fallen Angels have no where else to go. But by laws...I really, really ought to kill you. You're making it sooo difficult."

"But given you're only wishing for a way out....I may be of some assistance."

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The icy winds of Heresy blew hard. Like frosted knives over the exposed skin, they whipped up from the icy void below. The sky had been dotted with faint, false stars, but the clouds took over and cast everything in darkness. Spare for the brief flash of green lightning giving a dim brightness below.

The abandoned city, unnamed, uninhabited, and empty laid in an incomplete state. Buildings meant to be constructed had only bare bones and foundations. Not even wild weeds or plants grew there, only cold stone. And what was more was that even in the ever present darkness, they lived in the shadow of something even greater.

The Tower of Heresy.

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"What do I want?"

Vine was not the wisest person to ask that. Not in a rage. Not when the wind whipped around them so hard, thunder cracking furiously, lighting flashing. Vine could demand a lot of terrible, awful things. Dreadful things.

"Disappear."

Her order was cold, cutting.

"Vanish from the face of the earth. Say nothing to no one and leave no explanation. And in the long weeks that stretch out after, with no attempt to find you-" She narrowed her eyes spitefully. "-then perhaps you will understand my wrath, by at least an inch."

To be disregarded so easily, as to have no search party to look for your, nor devoted friends to rally to find you.

That was cruelty in her eyes. Proof of undeniable disregard.

Vine's face looked nasty.

"Oh of course! You're slavish loyalty to your book is only second to your pledge to my brother!" She mocked openly. "If the book told you to strip naked and dance, you'd do it!" Her hands flexed. "I might just have some entertaining orders let through!"

But her anger was only building. His excuses only hastening her rage. "If your indifference and idleness wasn't enough-" She continued . "-the first real friend to apologize for failing to look for me was an imp as well! He owned his faults on the matter, whereas you and the rest of those worthless twits continue to sit on your pride and prattle!"

The storm was getting aggressive, the wind picking up.

"I'm getting so damn tired of all you royals and your fucking excuses!!"

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"Ohoho! What a ravishing creature!"

"You said you wouldn't post these online!!!"

She's pretty girl too!

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Sometimes I wonder if she has her own simps too

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Send in a ♬ for your muse to catch mine singing

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"Ohohoho!"

But Vine had to tease! It was no fun if she didn't tease them a little bit, keep them chewing on the story. "We-e-ell, if you insist! But you didn't hear it from me should the gossip propel you to start asking questions!"

She leaned in. "I took a good look at her history through the third eye. And as it would just so happen-" She looked undeniably smug. "-she's been visiting my dear brother....four nights every week!"

The scandal was there, and catching Paimon being a hypocrite was always a delight. "Ohohoho! I suppose Paimon's looking for a fishwife, after having all those mistresses! Too good! I snigger every time I look at him now! It's a terrible temptation, not being able to mention it just yet!"

However, despite the Queen's confidence, Vine tutted and shook her finger. "Ahh, I'm afraid Beelza scores on that one!"

Of course Vine visited Mammon. His wickedness was so very indulgent, she couldn't help enjoying it. And he was so ridiculous that there was always something to laugh at.

"We do like our little visits after all. I paid him one for a bit of juicy blackmail I was hoping to buy." Vine continued to tell her story. "Anyhoo, I was just about to make my way out when I noticed one of his recent....er..." She furrowed her brow. "Ah....k-pop, sex icon, clown girls was likewise on her way. The look on her face could have frozen over beer!"

Then her expression turned to mischief. "So I wondered....now why would some Envy girl be scared of little old me? So I searched the third eye, and lo and behold-!"

But Vine stopped short.

"Ah. I shouldn't. It's too much."

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"Stamp on my balls like Isaac Clarke from Dead Space!"

".....it appears my simps are alive and well."

Crushes like a grape.

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Rakesh's question stung.

It had not been her desire to have her friendship with the King of Hell called into question. But apparently it was too obvious now.

In truth, Vine questioned whether her trust in Lucifer was founded in reality now. All she had wanted to do was trust him to listen to her. He would be granted the opportunity to listen once more. It would be detrimental to the future of Hell for him to listen this time.

"....we must leave the trusting to trust itself." She said, smoothing a hand over his brow. "That is all any friend can do."

@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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"....almost."

The fiends had been hard at work. They seemed to need sleep far less than the average demon...she had only seen them huddle up in the caves of Heresy and more or less wrap themselves in their wings to doze off for only a few hours. The Guardians, save for Morpheus, slept even less. The only one who could be seen settling down to rest was Cronos....only because the sound of his footsteps were constantly echoing through the hills.

"Though we'll need to properly reopen the Ring in order to get the electrical and plumbing grid set up. The fiends are only able to build basic structures." They were beginning to resemble the Greek houses and temples from ancient times, and though each of them was given a hearth, none of them were lit. Not that the demons minded the cold. She wondered if they could even feel it. "But once Lucifer sees there's a working population and stable movement, I trust he'll see fit to end the exile."

Certainly it would be proof she could do just as much as the Sins, if not better.

@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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Are the fiends of the Heresy Ring immortal? Surely, Vine would have done a better job with her creations... right?

"Alas....no."

"None of them have thought to talk to me about dying just yet...perhaps because they don't understand it. But no, death will inevitably come to them. They are capable of living long lives and reproducing...."

"But I'd rather they figure that out for themselves. It's a great big world for them after all."

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@cruel-as-the-midday-sun

Few things were absolutely necessary during Vine's exile. Most extra things were....treats, if you will. Nice little extras.

Like having a tiger lay his weight on you, purring all the while.

The Queen of Heresy had reassembled the yurt in the abandoned city, and let Rakesh his attendants replenish it with food, wine, clean comforters and restock the portable oven with wood. Vine had the curtains wide open so the two of them could view the dark world, huddled close enough together and near the ovens that the cold wouldn't be a detriment.

Vine stroked the Prince's fur with her hands, reclining on a lounge, and mused in silence. A very unpleasant conversation was about to unfold. Rakesh had been meaning to have it for some time.

She hoped, for once, that Fate wouldn't consider important enough to insist upon.

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"Ohoho! Do you like what you see?" ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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