The newest Prince of Hell is loose. He’s not technically supposed to be here, sweeping through the darkened night skies above the human world. But he’s a Prince of Hell, there is none that contain him or hold him back.
Well, that’s not technically true, but its not in him to admit any weakness, or that any can wield more power than he. And just because he’s not supposed to be here was not good enough reason to keep him away, especially when his hunger waxed strong. He was tired of being bound, as eons had passed in Hell since his last excursion here. Not that he could remember much of that, because everything before his ascension to Prince had been lost in the process of his actual ascension. He doubted any of it was important, however. Mostly because he’d woken up hungry so clearly it had been boring and unfulfilling.
But now he was out to hunt for his own prey, sweeping high over the bright lights of a human city, able to smell the answering hungers, desires, lusts, all swirling and calling to him from below. This city was full of decadence, of desire, and he drank it in with an anticipating bliss. Oh, he was going to feed well tonight.
Before he could dive down among them, however, a surge of emotion tickles the edge of his senses. it’s not lust or hunger or desire, so entirely the wrong emotions to gain his attention, but there’s something about it that catches his interest anyway. It’s strong and potent and... different from the rest in the city. Unique?
His interest is piqued enough that he changes direction, swirling towards the source of that niggling sense of... power? t takes him a few moments to zero in on it because its muddled, hidden, but he will not be deterred. Finally pinpointing it, he swoops down, phasing through a wall and feeling the whisper of magic prickling against his skin as he shatters a magical ward.
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Well, that’s not technically true, but its not in him to admit any weakness, or that any can wield more power than he. And just because he’s not supposed to be here was not good enough reason to keep him away, especially when his hunger waxed strong. He was tired of being bound, as eons had passed in Hell since his last excursion here. Not that he could remember much of that, because everything before his ascension to Prince had been lost in the process of his actual ascension. He doubted any of it was important, however. Mostly because he’d woken up hungry so clearly it had been boring and unfulfilling.
But now he was out to hunt for his own prey, sweeping high over the bright lights of a human city, able to smell the answering hungers, desires, lusts, all swirling and calling to him from below. This city was full of decadence, of desire, and he drank it in with an anticipating bliss. Oh, he was going to feed well tonight.
Before he could dive down among them, however, a surge of emotion tickles the edge of his senses. it’s not lust or hunger or desire, so entirely the wrong emotions to gain his attention, but there’s something about it that catches his interest anyway. It’s strong and potent and... different from the rest in the city. Unique?
His interest is piqued enough that he changes direction, swirling towards the source of that niggling sense of... power? t takes him a few moments to zero in on it because its muddled, hidden, but he will not be deterred. Finally pinpointing it, he swoops down, phasing through a wall and feeling the whisper of magic prickling against his skin as he shatters a magical ward.
Hmm. Interesting. That had tickled.