Post by Ecclesia on Feb 1, 2017 14:33:37 GMT
Well, that had been fun. The Daemon had fetched Feya's broken body, and had carried her off to a local hideout, were she was sure that any survivors of Eden would meet. Kasvetli had been defeated, and there was little else to do but sulk, wait, and try to get organized once again. In her mammalian form, Alice would carry the Sylveon by the scruff in her mouth, and gently drop her on a coffee table in a building that was just another base of operation and shelter.
After their fallen leader's body had been dropped, Alice would return to her human form with blonde hair, her typical outfit which would be seen by society as a bit too revealing, and vibrant blue eyes. The battle had been interesting to spectate, and had not been completely for nothing, as the Daemon managed to steal some of the memories of the person who was now the Queen of Necropolis. If push came to shove, could their small, ragtag group make an alliance with the great demonic kingdom?
Alice flopped herself down on the couch in that apartment room, and stared blankly at the dead Feya. She had been so strong and powerful, yet was so weak against the darkness of the demon king. And now? Her soul had been consumed by corruption, as she would float about in Necropolis, with no peace, and only a heart for a revenge that she would never get. It was a tragic fate, though the Daemon personally could care less. Feya had only been someone she knew, and she only respected the Sylveon out of necessity. She had only joined Eden for entertainment in this world, so would she properly mourn? No; any mourning and grief would only be a respectful act, nothing more, nothing less.
A day had passed since the invasion on Sanctuary by Necropolis. Who all had survived, of their small rebel group? Surely they would meet up at this base, and begin to share news, things they had witnessed, and perhaps pay their respects to their fallen leader. Priorities would eventually come, however. What was the state of Eden, and what would come of it? They would need to elect a new leader, and focus their direction once more... or simply disband the small group, let it die, and never speak of it again.
After their fallen leader's body had been dropped, Alice would return to her human form with blonde hair, her typical outfit which would be seen by society as a bit too revealing, and vibrant blue eyes. The battle had been interesting to spectate, and had not been completely for nothing, as the Daemon managed to steal some of the memories of the person who was now the Queen of Necropolis. If push came to shove, could their small, ragtag group make an alliance with the great demonic kingdom?
Alice flopped herself down on the couch in that apartment room, and stared blankly at the dead Feya. She had been so strong and powerful, yet was so weak against the darkness of the demon king. And now? Her soul had been consumed by corruption, as she would float about in Necropolis, with no peace, and only a heart for a revenge that she would never get. It was a tragic fate, though the Daemon personally could care less. Feya had only been someone she knew, and she only respected the Sylveon out of necessity. She had only joined Eden for entertainment in this world, so would she properly mourn? No; any mourning and grief would only be a respectful act, nothing more, nothing less.
A day had passed since the invasion on Sanctuary by Necropolis. Who all had survived, of their small rebel group? Surely they would meet up at this base, and begin to share news, things they had witnessed, and perhaps pay their respects to their fallen leader. Priorities would eventually come, however. What was the state of Eden, and what would come of it? They would need to elect a new leader, and focus their direction once more... or simply disband the small group, let it die, and never speak of it again.