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    When the Devil knocks...

    Aven Alveron
    Aven Alveron

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Dark Matter Ascendant
    Position : None
    Posts : 498
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 28
    Experience : 1,644,378

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Circle Magic.
    Second Magic: Dark Matter Transcendency.
    Third Magic: Dark Matter Ascendancy.

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    Post by Aven Alveron 12th July 2017, 9:20 pm

    Compared to the hell he'd been through to get his passport, Aven was quite enjoying the train ride to Bosco. Not only were the wait staff on the train jovial and polite, he had a riveting conversation about the history of Lacrima development with the man siting across from him. It was a pleasant view for most of the ride, as well, the green pastures and forests lining the railway providing a calming abode for the nap he took halfway though. He noticed that the closer they got, however, the less hold nature had over the landscape. It was almost as if technology itself were progressing in front of his eyes. Riveting, in some respects.

    After saying a fond farewell to his fellow magic researcher, Aven made his way off the train and toward his destination, a place called "The Velvet Society". Interesting name, made him think of the textile industry. He entertained himself with the specifics of such a company during the several hours he spent roaming the area searching for the entrance, a set of double doors that he couldn't possible have passed at least six times. Perhaps too many thoughts about the intricacies of selling Velvet as a staple product.

    Finally, he arrived (for the seventh time) at the entrance of the Velvet Society. A sense of foreboding tugged at his gut, but he ignored it. Perilous or not, he would find out what made Dark wizards tick. Inside, the heavy scent of... something, permeated the area. He was greeted warmly by the staff, and directed down a hallway, having said that he wanted something to eat. He'd assumed that they, like everyone else, would not talk about whatever organization those Coins belonged to. He would need to find the answer himself. As if in response to his thoughts, as his hand brushed the wall, a door materialized. The mere touch of the door sent a chill down Aven's spine, but again, after the initial surprise, he proceeded through it, to a sight that dwarfed anything he'd ever witnessed.

    The scent alone was nearly enough to push Aven back out the door. He smelled death, decay; he could sense misery in the purest of forms. It was as if he'd stepped into hell itself! Almost by instinct, his form twisted and grew, his eyes becoming crimson, and matching etchings snaking along his shoulders and torso, taking on his demon form. He was afforded a few side glances by the scum he saw partaking in the various defilements of basic human rights scattered around the level, but nothing more. A single glance at his palm, where the Coin had materialized, affirmed his suspicions. He'd skipped the frying pan all together, and jumped straight into the fire.
    Eris
    Eris

    Lich of hell


    Lich of hell

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    Lineage : Devil's Conquest
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    Posts : 1471
    Guild : Grim Heresy [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
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    First Magic: Sunset Eclipse - The Sandstorm GS
    Second Magic: Titan Eclipse • Devil Pact
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    Post by Eris 13th July 2017, 2:40 pm

    Eris


    When the Devil knocks...  3QPdTFJ


      Aven's train would take him to the border of Bosco, where as he approached the faint shimmer of the great border dome would slowly dominate the horizon, getting closer like a distant mountain range.  An actual mountain range approached first however,  enveloping the world outside the windows in darkness leaving the train interior well lit with ceiling lights.  
    When the train emerged from the minute long ride under the mountain it was greeted by the light of day and a raised bridge that gradually swooped down to land level.   The vast sheet of Bosco's barrier rippled in the air ahead like an endless cliff face that flowed over the natural landscape of a valley with rolling grassy hills and forested ravines and mountainsides.    
      In the center of the valley built into a large hillside was a massive building adorned in neon lights and elaborate architecture that glistened in the light of day serving to excite and show the lavish excess that drew so many to flock to its pristine steps.   Great spotlights with colorful precision were lit up like beacons piercing the sky, visible even in mid day,  and narrow solid beams, lasers,  fanned out and moved in patterns all to catch the eye and demand attention.
      Beyond the barrier however was a deserted wasteland with no visible vegetation beyond and where green mountains cut off into rugged rocky cliffs with fissures cracking through the earth as it leveled out into mostly a flat expanse.   The sight of the desert that so suddenly ended with the abrupt barrier was cut off as the train leveled out with the ground, the swooping curve of the bridge structure that kept it elevated from a tunnel exit set higher up into the mountain behind it coming to a smooth end with the train gliding in to a stop. 

      The train's stop was a small boom town that had cropped up to service employees, guardsmen, and tourists that came to stop by or pass through the Velvet Society.  The town was very much built for and centered around the Velvet Society,  the town's streets all lined themselves up around roads that all pointed directly towards the neon structure.   There were no cars or carriages on the roads here,  it was a fairly small town where only a few thousand people called home.  Most people either walked everywhere,  a simple matter with the fanning half-circle of blocks making navigation a simple matter,  the natural slope of the land making the Velvet Society stand boldly over it all like a palace.   Or they took public transportation.   Along the center of all the roads were metal grooves where pod vehicles ran throughout the city and synced with other pods to cooperate transportation like a hive mind to safely get all civilians where they needed to go,  and were free.    Pod Stops along the roads recognized when someone was present and would send empty pods their way to carry the passengers away free of charge. 




      Whether the man took one or simply walked up the valley roads gradually elevating up towards the Velvet Society visible from most places within the town,  there would be a large loop in the road where a number of pods were coming and going,  backing up into a train of pods like a row of marbles off to one side where they entered and exited a small building looking cleaner,  an automated pod-wash.     The area leading up to the Velvet Society was a very clean whitened cement laid out in tiles with raised ledges for landscaped vegetation.  Flowers, trees set into tiles with circular cut outs for soil,  flowers along the edges of structures and benches.  A step structure like an aztec pyramid lead up the main hilltop towards the building itself,  wide separated steps cut between the larger landscaped steps to the sides that were adorned with flowers.  

      Multiple sets of wide double doors made of glass, or what looked like glass,  lined the outer wall to provide entrance to the lobby within.   A large granite floored information room was like something out of a high class airport,  with multiple desks lining the walls to the left or right where people were waiting in lines and talking with the men and women operating the desks.   Long rows of back to back benches were in the center of the room with circular shaped carpets of reds and whites dotted the granite floor,  half-circles marking where the visitors stood to talk to the receptionists.  

      On either side of the room immediately to the left and right were two sets of bathrooms and on the far side was a soft curved wall caving in to the lobby.    An archway reached up almost to the tall ceiling and stretched almost the length of the far wall in front of the curved wall behind it.  Between the massive carved pillars of the arch  was a set of double doors led into whatever lay behind it,  which a glowing sign atop the archway pronounced as Club Lush.  A large muscle-bound man in a black suit was holding back a line of people,  letting them in one at a time or in pairs as others left.



     To either side of the curved wall were open halls blocked by rotating ticket gates where those passing by swiped a card or ticket over the sides to allow the bars to unlock and permit them to enter through.    Smooth black orbs seemed to emit a flicker of red or blue light as they scanned those who passed by in the blink of an eye.

      Along the halls the place was like a mall,  with many shops lining the way selling clothing and goods from Fiore and Bosco alike,  along with full sized restaurants.    Escalators and elevators rose up or down to entirely new levels of the building revealing whole new options,   as well as whole new clubs.   Purgatory, and Euphoria.   The building was extensive and filled with services,  including a full sized stadium off to the eastern wing that was in the process of hosting a large game of what Bosco called Holo Tag. 

      There was a clear distinction between public areas and private areas where it felt like there were multiple whole sub-domains within the building where depending on your pass you could enter while others may not be able to,  and you never need leave the sub-domain to have to cross to other areas through the public ones.   Layers,  and one would easily suspect others that weren't accessible to most people.  VIP areas,  employee accesses,  the space between floors could be counted as whole new floors.   The walls, thick with alternate passageways. 



      The coin Aven carried hummed inside of his chest,  where it had slipped away to like a ghost.  It materialized in his hand whenever he wished to draw it,  and vanished whenever he sent it away or went to store it in a pocket or bag,  or attempted to throw it away.  The only way to get rid of it would be to give it to someone else or spend it.    But,  while he had it,  the coin softly guided his actions.  Whenever he didn't know where to go or what to do the soft pull of the coin would guide him to an action.  Such as prompting him to ignore the receptionists and just walk towards the ticket-gated bars that opened for him despite not having a ticket.  The coin throbbed with a brief warmth whenever it did something,  resonated with the machinery around him to open doors for him as though he had a secret pass.

      Even, it would seem,  to the extent of guiding him to open what was clearly an employee's only door.  An empty kitchen.   An abandoned looking storage room.   At the back of that,  an old utility closet.  Rather than a small room full of brooms, it opened to a long,  too long,  hallway that was entirely stark white but lined with red doors.    It was the far door that he wanted, a rich red wood door with a golden plaque inset at eye level reading Boss.  Still there was nobody to be seen ever since he'd ventured off the beaten path as it were,  the bustle and commotion of the public spaces had died into eerie silence. 

      The redwood door opened to  a large study room of some sort with a large open space in the middle.  Filled book cases lined the walls taller than could naturally be reached by most reaching up to the ceiling.   Two wheeled ladders on tracks along the shelves were set on opposite sides of the room.   A dark hard wood floor was masked by soft dark red carpets along the bottom of the shelves and in large circles in three points.  Two smaller circles were to either side of Aven a ways to the corners,  while a much larger circle was on the far end of the somewhat rectangle, but with smooth rounded corners,  room.    A large skeleton of some ferocious beast hung from the ceiling overhead.  Large as it was,  the size of the room almost made it seem small as it hung high above her,  an angry skull forever locked in a roar facing the door at whoever entered the room


      On the far carpet was a abnormally large desk obviously meant for what may have been a mountain of a man.   Someone large and scary, who else could run such a vice-driven place like this.    The equally giant high backed leather chair sat askew behind the desk,  papers and devices most wouldn't be able to identify were set across the desk's surface.   A very large fireplace was set into the wall behind it with a large granite, at least on the exterior,  shaft rising up into the ceiling.     The man would be like a small child in comparison to the things in the room.  

      A sound perked up the ears as a small normal-sized door opened up, looking almost like a cat or doggy door compared the the scale of everything else in the room,  underneath an oversized but proportionally small single-seater table.   Just to complete the craziness,  a literal cat door shaped like a normal door was set into the bottom of the normal size, but comparatively to the rest of the room tiny door.  It was obviously not meant normal use of visitors, being out of the way such as it was beneath a table,   and a maid stepped through.









    (Eris's Eyes: https://i.servimg.com/u/f37/19/57/99/89/ruby_e10.jpg )


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    When the Devil knocks...  NvVyM98

    When the Devil knocks...  CkggyrF

    Deception | Despair | Domination
    H 1 S 7 A 7+1 B 8+1 C 9 D 11
    d a m n a t i o n
    Aven Alveron
    Aven Alveron

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Dark Matter Ascendant
    Position : None
    Posts : 498
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 28
    Experience : 1,644,378

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Circle Magic.
    Second Magic: Dark Matter Transcendency.
    Third Magic: Dark Matter Ascendancy.

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    Post by Aven Alveron 13th July 2017, 5:16 pm

    It was more than a small relief when the coin led Aven away from that pit of misery and sin, and into a network of hallways and doors. It led him through what he would consider staff areas; quite fitting, as his goal was to find who really ran the place, though after seeing what lie below, he knew the venture was far from a sane one. Not that he could turn back if he wanted to.

    The various doors led him, finally, somewhere intriguing: a stark white corridor, lined with equally red doors, all with labels. He walked slowly, reading each one, before the most suspicious thing he'd seen all day appeared. 'Boss.' He stopped in front of it, unsure of what to do. It couldn't possibly be that easy? Just a door strictly denoting where the apex of the entire operation was working? Aven gave it a ninety percent chance of being a total and utter trap, but at the same time, if someone was truly that powerful, perhaps they simply didn't care if someone waltzed in, as if they were uninvited, they'd simply be killed. That was a harrowing thought, one that gave Aven even greater pause, but he couldn't back down after everything he'd gone through. He'd swore he was going to see the venture through while he was waiting seven hours to get that passport, Aven was a man of his word.

    With a deep breath, Aven opened the redwood door, entering the room to, yet again, the strangest thing he'd seen all day, topping the labelled door. It was a normal study, and quite a nice one, at that, with all the fixings of a proper workplace... except everything was oversize. What did he expect? Well, perhaps a room filled with blood and the decaying corpses of infants. Aven made a mental note to stop judging before he had information, it was entirely possible that the owner of that place simply catered to all forms of vices, instead of being a strict practitioner of all of them. Still, it was a possibility that he didn't rule out.

    His demonic wings unfolded, catching air and creating a small breeze, just as a small door opened, the size of the door he entered through, and out came... Yes, he was certainly in the right place. It was Strawberry. Aven waved politely, but the maid was hard at work, and as such, it would be quite rude to interrupt her verbally. After all, the study was enormous, he imagined it would take at least a day to fully clean by normal methods. His wings beat once more, and he took to the air, flying up onto the desk. It didn't seem, from his vantage point on the ground, that the 'Boss' was present, so taking a look around seemed the best option.


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    Eris
    Eris

    Lich of hell


    Lich of hell

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    Lineage : Devil's Conquest
    Position : None
    Posts : 1471
    Guild : Grim Heresy [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 0

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Sunset Eclipse - The Sandstorm GS
    Second Magic: Titan Eclipse • Devil Pact
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Eris 15th July 2017, 1:40 pm

    Eris


    When the Devil knocks...  3QPdTFJ



      As Aven looked around across the vast desk before him,  a stack of paper nearby looked to be the size of a pool.  A black paperweight shaped to look like a skull decorated the desk staring back at him much like the full sized dragon-like skeleton that hung from the ceiling looking like it could swallow a building whole.    

      Not more than a moment passed before a heavy slam resounded beside him,  a large book smacking down onto the table.  The air displacement from the mass was enough to rustle the giant stack of papers and would have been able to knock an elephant onto its ass.   Such a disturbance caused by just a book being dropped a little carelessly onto the table by someone.   It was incredibly sudden with nothing to guess that something like that might happen.    

      Looking down on him from above, towering tall in the what was a moment ago an unoccupied desk chair was now Eris, having appeared suddenly as though she were always there.  Red hair tied up in a bun with long bangs and dressed in a sleek form fitting black business suit with a deep red button down shirt beneath a suit jacket,  and a deep black tie.   
    She wore a matching skirt and stockings,  and raised a hand to her chin,  her other arm folded across her chest holding the other elbow.    Her eyes were like giant multifaceted rubies,  literally crystalline in appearance.    A gold ring on her finger caught a glint in the light.

      "You're looking for something,  and you've found it."  Eris said plainly,  as though he hadn't just traveled hundreds of miles by train to wander into a perfectly normal office space.  As though she weren't talking to an miniature on her desk.   "But now what, I wonder, do you desire."  Holding open a hand the Grim Talisman Aven possessed faded away from him and flew towards her hand, growing larger as it did until it was a normal sized coin in proportion to her body.     "A wish perhaps,  a favor.  A request."
    Rolling it between her fingers once she closed her hand and when she opened it,  the coin was gone and her hand took its position again below her chin where it lightly rested,  a pose that seemed to indicate intent to listen,  waiting, or thought.   Combined with the predatory aura she possessed at the moment,  such thoughts may perhaps have been something akin to  "Should I squish this tiny person today or..."   

      A slight smirk curled at the corner of her lips ever so slightly accompanied by a tiny raise in an eyebrow like she was amused by the thought of something.   Perhaps it was the enjoyment of making a scene,  perhaps it was the thought turning him into a red paste beneath a finger or the book she had dropped before.    But her smile turned full and her eyes softened,  tension washing away from the room.  "What can I do for you." She said as she clicked and twirled a pen that materialized in her hand, the size of a tree trunk.






    (Eris's Eyes: https://i.servimg.com/u/f37/19/57/99/89/ruby_e10.jpg )


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    When the Devil knocks...  NvVyM98

    When the Devil knocks...  CkggyrF

    Deception | Despair | Domination
    H 1 S 7 A 7+1 B 8+1 C 9 D 11
    d a m n a t i o n
    Aven Alveron
    Aven Alveron

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Dark Matter Ascendant
    Position : None
    Posts : 498
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 28
    Experience : 1,644,378

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Circle Magic.
    Second Magic: Dark Matter Transcendency.
    Third Magic: Dark Matter Ascendancy.

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    Post by Aven Alveron 15th July 2017, 2:27 pm

    Aven nearly jumped out of his skin at the gargantuan book which fell beside him, so much so that his demonic transformation fled, reducing him back to his white suit and cane, accented with a matching top hat. He'd let his guard down after seeing the maid, and being in the presence of so many books, even if they dwarfed him, reminded him of home, where he'd devoted his life to magical research. It came as twice the surprise, however, when the creature that dropped the volume appeared, seemingly from thin air. Even in his surprise, Aven reasoned that because he hadn't sensed a magic circle, the being most likely had ownership over the space he was residing in, allowing them spacial manipulation.

    Aven's eyes ascended, scanning the figure of the giant before him, only to become a tinge red in the face. It was a woman with ruby eyes and matching hair, dressed formally in a wonderful black and red motif. She radiated both elengance and danger, a mammoth magical presence that seemed to fill the study. She spoke with a silky voice, affirming the obvious: he'd found the master of that place. Although it shocked Aven to think about, she was also absolutely his type.

    It was immediately obvious that he was at her mercy, the falling book more than adequate to express that truth. However, he'd traveled here knowing full well he was walking into possible death, a thought that carried a certain thrill to it. After she had finished speaking, adopting a relaxed expression, Aven smiled back, the nervousness draining from him. He bowed cordially, pulling the hand from his head and sweeping it across his chest  as he did so. "It's a pleasure to meet you, My Lady. My name is Aven Alveron, a magic researcher and fledgling wizard." He straightens, donning his hat once more. "I've come humbly in search of knowledge, that which I could not obtain from any tome or volume. In addition to my studies on unique magics, I'm researching the topic of what motivates a dark guild." It was nearly laughable how sincere and honest the young man was being, not a hint of deception in his eyes. Though, faced with certain death should he try to deceive the giant woman before him, such a trait was most definitely advantageous. If one were to ponder it, the respectful but fearless aura he seemed to exude pointed to extensive dealings with beings of power akin to Eris herself, though curiously, in actuality she was the first.
    Eris
    Eris

    Lich of hell


    Lich of hell

    Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Regular VIP Status- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Horseman- 11 Sinner- God Of Ishgar- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- God Slayer- Demon Slayer- Dragon Slayer- Legal Guild Ace- H-Rank- S-Rank- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 3- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Player 
    Lineage : Devil's Conquest
    Position : None
    Posts : 1471
    Guild : Grim Heresy [GM]
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 0

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Sunset Eclipse - The Sandstorm GS
    Second Magic: Titan Eclipse • Devil Pact
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Eris 19th July 2017, 2:28 pm

    Eris


    When the Devil knocks...  3QPdTFJ



      Eris leaned back into the giant leather back chair,  large even in proportion to herself,  being a high backed and wide chair well suited to hiding her if she turned away on the chair's swivel and wheels suited to moving a castle,  the movement causing a scrunch or creak of the rich leather.   Sinking back, she leaned on one side, elbow settled on the armrest,  knuckles against her chin with a slight tilt of her head making her glistening red eyes look down on him a little off to the side. The arm that had been folded across her chest relaxed out to hold the end of the armrest,  a gold skull that matched a pin on the lapel of her suit and complemented thin gold band that clipped on her tie. 


      "You're looking for a lesson on philosophy then I'm sure you haven't looked hard enough.  I'd recommend the nearest library...  but since you're here."  Eris's eyes flicked up towards the bookshelves encircling the room up to the ceiling, casting a sweeping glance and with a slight raise to her finger six books flew off the shelves doing a round flyby over the desk before they slammed one after the other onto the desk behind, to the side,  and on top of others.  With thuds like a bombardment of artillery shells there was a slight breathlessness to the air as they settled in neat stacks of three,  spines facing Aven to make out the titles.    Books on morality, criminal psychology, essence of the soul,  the mind of a murderer,  tyrants of history,  a collection of research papers and publications.    Books on philosophy.   "The answer to such mundanity is freely available and oft explored by those who think themselves a noble scholar picking at some forbidden knowledge.   I could show you books,  boy,  that would melt your mind at a glance of the fruits they bare. Think." She all but commanded with a suddenness that would catch someone off guard, jarring, "What do you desire".   Her final words were spoken without words, her moves did not move but there was a flicker of text that came and went like hot sparks,  they resounded within him echoing inside his mind.     


      The room dimmed as though the world was drowning out and fading from view gradually as Eris spoke,  her ruby eyes fixed on him and however dark the room got they still glowed vibrantly,  vivid and red with hypnotic allure,  her body radiating a heat and slowly bled a divine aura that grew, easing its way out into the world without suddenness but giving the sense of its presence time to acclimate to its proximity   It should become increasingly apparent that he was not speaking to some back alley mob boss playing with tricks of space or dimension but that he was in the presence of a goddess.   The gold coin he brought was there again,  in the dimness of the room it drew into focus illuminating with an internal glow hovering in the air in a slow spin beside Eris.  The hollow sockets of the skull faced coin bore two beads like eyes within them that watched him with patient intent.  His coin,  waiting to be spent.






    (Eris's Eyes: https://i.servimg.com/u/f37/19/57/99/89/ruby_e10.jpg )


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    When the Devil knocks...  NvVyM98

    When the Devil knocks...  CkggyrF

    Deception | Despair | Domination
    H 1 S 7 A 7+1 B 8+1 C 9 D 11
    d a m n a t i o n

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