But there was also a rather large building near the south end of the city that many, looking for an especially good time, could find their way to. It was a rather impressive palace of sorts, with a high wall that guarded the entire compound. There was a gate at the front that connected to the street, an oval archway ordained with golden flourishes and crimson banners written in the language of Midi. It loosely translated to ‘Home of the Perverse’, so not to confuse any passerby that may have stumbled within its area. There was a guard but he was more there for show; any that wished to truly enter were more than welcome to, though they were warned about the sights they would lay eyes on.
Within the main hall, as one enters, were several long tables on either side of the main floor area. Large columns sprang up from the floor and rose to the ceiling on either side, with spaces between where doors and other hallways could be seen. The long tables were covered in expensive looking cloth as well as copious amounts of food and liquor. At the end of the hall were two thrones made of gold and velvet metal, seamlessly mixed together in a unique color. The inner architecture was similar to the outside, with several oriental paintings adorning the walls at the end and around. But many lost interest in the sights of the room’s details when they saw the debauchery that was occurring by the people inside. Men and women, all in several different stages of undress, made merry in all the kinds of way that one might consider sinful.
And sitting at the end was a stunningly handsome man. His hair was as red as the sky at sunset, a deep crimson color that easily caught the eye. Gold eyes looked out among the moving bodies and masses, shining with enjoyment as pleasure at the sights. He was wearing a purple silken robe that covered most of his body, save for a bit of his forearms, hands and feet. Dark tattoos of different colors could be seen on his limbs that carried up and clearly ran over the rest of his body as well. This was Ruzatz, the Prime Sin of Lust – a demon of the highest regard within the realm of Sins. He was also the guild master of the secret independent guild known as Lusty Titans.
“I wish I could just stay here and enjoy this day,” he sighed as he leaned back against his throne. “Balthy!” he called out after a moment.
A man dressed in white pants and… nothing else approached from the side. He was a well cut man, a practical Adonis to look at. He smiled up at the Prime Sin of Lust and bowed his head. “Something the matter, my liege?”
“Unfortunately yes,” he said as he leaned forward once more, tenting his fingers in front of him. “I need you to relay a message to my wife. Something is brewing… and I can’t seem to discern what.”
“You mean… you can’t see it?” The man asked, raising a brow. Ruzatz was known to have fairly powerful precognition abilities and when there was trouble that affected him, he could usually see it clear and true.
“No… which means someone is doing something they shouldn’t be,” he said mournfully. How he hated trouble – he much preferred the leisure of taking part in his depraved guild. But it couldn’t be helped. “Can you make sure she gets it quickly? I may need her to come home sooner than I hoped.”
“Of course, my liege…” The man said, bowing his head. He paused before he walked away. “Does this mean…?”
“Yes, yes – I phrased the wording explicitly so you may also enjoy addressing my wife,” The Prime Sin said playfully, trying not to giggle too hard. Even after all this time and still Balthy felt the need to ask permission. What a gentleman.
But as the man departed, Ruzatz’ face darkened a tad. He’d sensed trembles in the deific realm for some time but they were mere tremors; like trapped beasts railing against their cages. But perhaps they had been warnings of something greater. He stroked his chin and sat back once more, thinking on what to do. He couldn’t do nothing – if he did so, then his paradise would come to an end. And that was unacceptable. No, he’d have to make some moves. But what?