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Date: April 15, 2000
Setting: Hell
Status: Private (Mictain and some NPC's)
Summary: What's a Captain without an army going to do? Gather himself one, of course.


Aristhor made his way sneakily around a half-collapsed wall of a ruin. A little fiend got to his way and he kicked it off. Those things were absolutely annoying, but no matter how often you tried to get rid of them, they would just reform again, so he had given up long ago. Except when he was in the mood for some torture and one was close enough, of course.

Suddenly, however, there was another one in front of him, larger this time. It eyed him in what could only be called a challenging way. "You," it growled. "You kicked Mosghritoz."

"Apparently I did," the Fallen said boredly, raising an eyebrow at the little being. "And now I think I'm going to rip your arms off. Just for fun, you see. Don't you things ever learn to get out of the way?"

"Now, now," said a voice behind him. "I wouldn't do none of that if I were ya."

Turning around, Aristhor saw a figure he knew all too well. Isoth wasn't that much more powerful than he was, but enough to make trouble. "What is it, Isoth?" he spat angrily. "Are you bloody defending the miserable shits now?"

"Me? Hardly," snorted the other Fallen, stepping nearer. "However, these shits are protected by somebody powerful. Somebody who'd like ta meet ya."

"Oh?" Aristhor sneered. "And how were you planning to get me to him?"

"He doesn't have to," said another voice, and Aristhor shivered at the feeling of a powerful aura that the voice carried. "I'm already there."

The Fallen spun around and stared. On top of the ruined wall stood somebody -- one of the Fallen, quite obviously, and much more powerful than him. He was dressed in black and red -- not that unusual for a demon -- and looked mostly humanlike except for his quite obvious fangs and claws. There was a blood-red streak in the blond hair of the demon and a self-assured smirk on his face.

"What's this?" he blurted. "Since when have the Fallen protected stupid little fiends?"

"Of course I'm not protecting every fucking one of them," said the more powerful being boredly. "Just the ones who prove worthy. You might want to watch out for the red streak. I do not suffer lightly those that harm my men, even if they're just bloody little fiends."

Now that it'd been pointed out to him, Aristhor noticed that both fiends indeed had a red streak on their hair -- or, in the case of the smaller one, on their scalp. Isoth also had a similar streak running down the length of his hair. "You're creating an army of your own?" he blurted out, shocked. "Lucifer will skin you alive when he hears of this!"

"Oh, I very much doubt he will," the more powerful one said. "As long as I don't cause any trouble to him, I think he'd be more amused than anything. And that is bad for you, you know." Smirking, he jumped down from the wall. It wasn't until now that Aristhor realized just how powerful the other's aura was. He was probably much closer to the ruling seats than to the lowly lesser Fallen in terms of power.

And, at the moment, he was pretty much too close for comfort as far as Aristhor was concerned.

He tried to prepare for the strike, but was too slow. A second later the more powerful Fallen stood a step closer, licking blood from his claws like a cat cleaning its paw -- a very big, very dangerous cat. Probably big and dangerous enough to eat a few demons for breakfast. Aristhor himself was crying out in pain, staring in shock at his now pretty much shredded leg.

Red eyes flickered in something akin to amusement as the other one eyed him. "Maybe that'll bloody teach you to kick my fiends around," the more powerful demon said -- well, it was closer to purr than actual speech, really. "I might suggest you join my forces, but I doubt you'd be much good. Just stay fucking clear of my men in the future." With that, he suddenly spread his wings -- big, black, shiny wings, muscled well enough to probably easily carry around at least three beings of his size -- and was away. The two fiends had already vanished.

"Isoth?" asked Aristhor, forcing himself to ignore the pain. If there was one thing every Hell-dweller knew, it was that one must never show any weakness. Not any. "Who exactly is he?"

Isoth shrugged. "The only thing I know is that he is called Mictain," he said. "He's only Fallen some time ago, but he's already well-known in some parts of Hell. You're lucky to get out that easily, you know. I've seen him tear apart more powerful demons than you without even breaking a sweat." With a smirk, he added, "Still, you're quite unlucky that he didn't claim you worthy enough to join him. Now you'll just have to keep nicely out of the way -- or be destroyed." And, with this, he left as well.



Mictain smirked satisfiedly to himself, licking at the last remains of the Fallen's blood from his claws. Oh, that had been too easy. Once the rumours started getting around, it would only strengthen the fear of him.

He wasn't stupid enough to think that his forces were actually loyal to him. They were all demonic creatures, after all. However, they weren't stupid -- he didn't accept idiots into his little "army" -- and knew very well that it was better to be under his protection and bend to his will than to be kicked around by everyone else. Of course he couldn't protect them from demons higher than himself, but his skills and the growing strength of his army made sure that at least nobody equal to him -- and especially nobody beneath him -- could hurt them.

He didn't try to reach too far. It was clear that Lucifer still loathed him more than anything, and if he became too much of a threat to any of Lucifer's favourites, he would be quickly struck down. However, at the moment he was still working his way up in the ranking order, the number of his followers growing every day. It would still be quite a while before he would have to consider who to avoid threatening and who were free prey.

Another smirk crossed his lips. His way was bloody indeed, and he would make sure it was noticed.