Escape From Deviluke

Pale red light poured through the sheer curtains, heralding the morning over Castle Deviluke. The light played over several yards of fine silk sheets, rumpled on the obscenely large bed in the third princess’s chambers. As the morning crept on, the light played further to where the sheets ended and the smooth naked flesh of the princess herself began.
Momo, third princess of Deviluke, stirred in her grand bed, lazily kicking the luxurious sheets off her bare form. Moving slowly, making as little sound as possible the youngest daughter of the Deviluke emperor eased off the edge of the bed. Her small feet found the smooth stone floor to be warm as expected and silently moved across the room. After several long moments, spent cautiously avoiding all sound and sudden action, Momo found her small silvery robe in a heap where it was carelessly tossed the previous night. Whenever she slid this particular robe on she tried to remember the story behind it. Like so many treasured offered to the princesses of Deviluke, this robe was unfathomably rare and expensive, woven from the purest silver vapor, and gem-spider threads, though she could never remember who the hopeful suitor was that had presented it to her. Momo next set her eyes on the door to the hall, not 6 feet away.

“They’ll be out there you know.”

With a disappointed sigh, Momo looked back over her shoulder. Her bodyguard and lover, Dante lay in the bed where she left him, propped up on several pillows, smirking… as usual.
“I know, they’re always out there. Guards… escorts, liaisons, trainers, teachers, the public, suitors, my father, someone is ALWAYS out there. How long have you been awake?” Momo said as she marched back toward the bed, no longer caring for sound, her bare feet lightly slapping against the stone floor.

Dante brushed a curtain of pure white hair out of his eyes and peered sideways at the disgruntled young princess as she approached, shedding her robe along the way. The light pouring through the curtains cast a pink hue over her naked form that matched her naturally pink hair. His thoughts were only of her form, graceful movements, and flawless skin glowing in the morning light, though his words stayed on topic. “A lot longer than you have, my lady.”
“What have you been doing? Watching me?”

“It’s my job.”

“You make it sound like a chore.”

“If I made it sound like a privilege you’d think me a pervert.”

“You are… but it takes one to know one…” This last sentence the princess said as she reached the edge of the bed and crawled on all fours across it towards her body guard’s body. If she desired him, he’d be ready, and very able, that too was his job, and secretly his desire. Though her mind raced with innumerable things to do with her favorite man-toy, her growing despair silenced them all. By the time she crawled up his body, and pressed her naked form against his, it was more of a desperate cling than a seductive grind. She placed her head on his muscular chest and breathed another heavy sigh.

Placing a consoling hand on her soft pink hair, Dante uttered the only words that needed to be said. “Command me, princess.”

A half smile lit Momo’s face as she nuzzled his chest. “If only it was that simple… command my magic genie and he’d change the world to end my boredom.”

Lowering his head to put his lips into her hair, he whispered so close she could feel his breath upon her scalp and it sent goose-bumps down her entire body. “It is.”


That night, two figures moved from shadow to shadow, through ancient corridors of the Deviluke castle, known to a scant few. That night, several guards would be found at their post unconscious but unharmed. That night, the third princess of Deviluke would have her wish fulfilled, and leave Deviluke for a new realm, new adventures, and new faces. That night, Momo was happier than she had been in her long memory, and it had all been just that simple. With Dante by her side, there was no fear for the third princess of Deviluke, only an anticipation of the unknown, so exhilarating that it swelled her heart to bursting. She need only wish, and her guardian devil would grant it… her first wish, to go to the newly discovered realm of dreams, Arborea.

Hello, Celestial Hills! I'm Momo.Deviluke and my IRL husband Dante.Deviluke look forward to seeing you in game! We are also looking for a guild of a mature nature, a good group of people who don't mind a little PVE mixed with their RP!

I am a Sorcerer of the 32nd season and he is a Warrior of the same. Send us a whisper for groups, RP or just to chat, we will be happy to indulge!

See you in the dream!

~Momo

Lovely way to introduce yourselves :D Welcome to the server.

Thanks, so far everyone has been really friendly and halpful.

We have 60s, but on a PvP server... where everyone is a complete [filtered].

I'm Dante.Deviluke BTW. We're about 33 now and still no guild.

Love it, great read. Welcome to the Hills :)

If you are still looking, you may think about checking us out...

http://envisageofnight.com/

We are a mid-light RP guild, involved in PvE, and the others are excited about PvP (I'm not into that).

Shortcake and Saranyth would be good contacts. (they are the leaders of our motley crew)

My IGN is Jhnix or Nahjia. if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a message either here or in-game (I'm on in the evenings).

Chapter 2
Home is where the heat’s off.



Dante’s keens eyes scanned the buildings that crowded around the square in Cutthroat Harbor. The open air bazaar was abuzz with commerce this time of day, but he was done shopping. Mercenary work and monster hunting was in constant demand and between his skills and the princess’s magic, they’d started to amass a very small fortune.

If he were alone, he’d avoid the towns completely, live in the outskirts and take what he needed, but he was traveling with royalty. The princess would not sleep outdoors unless absolutely necessary, nor would she wear anything short of finery, and her palette was educated, and particular to say the least. So, shopping trips like this were occasional necessities, and the results bulged the rucksack, slung over his shoulder.

New equipment, fresh food, and water, but most of all cloths for the young princess of Deviluke had been his objective. The strange magical energies that this new land possessed had a strange and very pronounced effect on Momo. In the few short months they’d been here, she had doubled in height, her childish features becoming fine and womanly. Most noticeably though, she had… “developed”… quite a lot. In fact, the princess had matured so much, so rapidly, that Dante was at first concerned that her rapid aging might not stop. However, it seemed obvious that the process had stopped, with the added benefit that anyone from Deviluke, searching for them, would likely not recognize her at all. Furthermore, both of them had developed pronounced horns, not unheard of on Deviluke, but never seen on the two of them.

For a week, the two had traveled by ship on the condition they worked. Dante labored hard as a deck-hand, while Momo was mostly ogled and fawned over by the crew and never actually had to do any work, others were always more than happy to do it for her. She was fitting in well enough, but outgrowing her cloths had left her, often only sparsely covered and her lack of modesty didn’t help matters. The new cloths would do nicely though, they could go back to blending in, and keeping on the move. Finally, the stalwart bodyguard’s eyes lighted on the establishment he was looking for, an unmarked speakeasy. It wasn’t easy to tell because it was by design incognito, but the occasional seedy character, coming and going in a nonchalant fashion was not lost to him.

The door was blocked by a heavily scarred Aman, leaning on it, smoking a pipe and being generally unfriendly looking. Approaching close enough to speak privately, Dante politely inquired entry.

“Shift it.”

The Aman had to look down past his pipe, and his own jutting, bone encrusted jaw to leer at Dante. Despite his bulky, grizzled features, and despite speaking through clenched teeth, clamped around a bone pipe, the doorman was surprisingly articulate.

“You have it mistaken my good man… this is my private residence…”

“That guy just came out.”

“He’s my friend.”

“I’m your friend, don’t you recognize me.”

“I’ve got only one friend me lad-o.”

In a fluid motion, Dante pressed a gold piece into the meaty claw of the doorman and shook it like an old acquaintance, even patting his heavy arm with the other hand. “His name’s gold?”

A wry half smile, cracked the Aman’s face, revealing crooked, stained fangs. Feeling the coin in his palm, he shook back, and opened the door just wide enough to slip inside. “My dear friend, how have you been? You must come inside and rest yourself a bit.”

Cutthroat harbor was beautiful… at least the view from the single porthole in the below deck quarters Momo was confined to was beautiful. Beautiful, with sunny clear skies, crystal waters lapping at the dock posts... and that was about all she could see. She’d tried to just have a nap, read a book, practice memorizing her spells, but had failed to do all of these in favor of staring out her small round window and driving herself crazy. She had tried not to get dressed and sneak out of the docked tall ship, and failed that in favor of making her way to the deck and sneaking a peek of Cutthroat harbor.

It reminded her of Deviluke, so many people, all so different, all so busy and so interesting looking. The young princess was hardly aware of her own changes, she looked much more like one of them than she imagined. The harbor was as busy as it could ever hope to be, with several ships come in, and perfect weather, spirits were high, as well as merchant voices and prices were low (or so they all claimed). She really tried not to take the gold they’d been saving and go shopping… she really REALLY tried.

Being royalty, Momo was used to staring and attention all her life. Being currently gorgeous, voluptuous and a little less than half clad was drawing stares and attention that she really didn’t notice. Shop after shop, smiling merchants presented her with “The finest (you name it) in the lands, imported at great danger and expense by brave men, and it would look so splendid on a beauty like her.” Rarely did she argue, and the small fortune dwindled by the moment.

A crowd had gathered just to watch Momo in action, and they followed her from place to place. Some watched because they’d never seen such rampant spending, others watched to catch glimpses of her trying on new cloths, which she did on the spot. Others gathered, with goods in their hands, hoping to be the next to draw her attention. It was to this scene that her royal bodyguard finally emerged from the speakeasy.

Dante had been looking for more lucrative jobs, the kind of things that local authority or royalty wanted to keep quiet, and wouldn’t post on the boards. He’d actually been disappointed to find out there was very little opportunity on that nature these days. Apparently a private army had arisen from nearby Castanica, and was keeping Ostagarth largely under control. The basic monster hunting jobs offered outside was all they were going to get, unless they wanted to enlist.

He’d given it serious thought actually, though it was suggested as a joke. He’d been in the Deviluke royal guard for years and knew that a private army like that could actually be very good for them, it would give them a place to stay at least, they’d be safe, unlikely to be looked for there, and provided with allies and alibis. Besides, he thought, Momo could use some structure and discipline. The thought had barely finished when he stepped outside and saw her ransacking the bazaar.

That night, Deviluke’s two fugitives gathered around a fire pit, Dante continued to feed sticks into the small blaze, while Momo happily changed into one of her new silky dresses. Bringing the shopping to an end was no small task. Neither the crowd, nor the merchants wanted it to end, but when Dante played the part of the angry husband and demanded refunds, at least the merchants disappeared. They left town as quickly as they could, but the damage was done, and now they had only to wait.

Having finished dawning her gown, Momo, looked around at the sandy beachfront they had chosen for a camp, it was actually very pretty by moonlight and the little campfire was a nice touch, but her faithful servant was perfectly silent, only staring down at the sand, and feeding the fire. Placing her hands on her curvaceous hip, she bent down to scold him.

“OK OK, so I spent a lot of our money, but it was well spent, look at all this wonderful stuff! Why are you still angry?!”

Dante didn’t answer, at first, then just as she drew breath to yell at him louder, he spoke softly and even, his voice cold in a way that she knew indicated a readiness for combat.

“Did you wonder why it’s called “cut…throat… harbor? If you didn’t, I think you’re about to find out. Spending money like that, in a place like this… It’s just blood in the water, and here come the sharks.”

With a chorus of shouts, a dozen men poured out of the surrounding foliage, bent on taking the pair’s money, goods, and lives. Momo readied her spells, but had to be careful, as Dante was already in front of her, twin swords in hand. As he passed through their ranks, two fell before the initial battlecry died in their throats. Picking her targets, and keeping out of harm’s way, Momo burned one brigand after another.

Sensing the conflict going ill for them, the remaining thieves, moved the grab what they could and run for it, however the first one to reach a satchel, snatched greedily at the fine silk peering out of the top and in doing so sent a long tear through the garment.

Seething through grit teeth, Momo rounded on the camp at the sound on the tearing dress. Her eyes filled with hatred and flame, stopped even the desperate scramble of the would-be assailants. All was silent on the tropical shore for a single breath, though it seemed to last far longer. A single voice split the night for miles around, causing tropical birds to take wing, and sleeping creatures to cringe in their dens.

SON OF A BIIIITCH!

Throwing himself clear of the blast, Dante could only watch as the remaining brigands were decimated in a storm of magma bombs.

Examining the smoldering crater, the two could find nothing but charred scraps of their equipment, supplies, and newly acquired goodies, to say nothing of the bandits. A simultaneous sigh was all the two had to say about it, when the sound of hooves could be heard, approaching up the sandy coastline. The pace was swift but not rushed, and no sign of stealth, so Dante stood his ground, weapons ready, but not drawn.

Five riders, two with remounts, came into view in the light of the nearly full moon. Red flowing sashes draped from the mounts, and the mannerisms of the riders told the signs of authority, leading Dante to correctly assume, that the fireworks had drawn the attention of Salva Castanica. It was a gamble to lie to them, but Dante liked gambling, so before the lead rider could ask questions or hail, he bowed and spoke up.

“Constantine, my lady! We’re so glad to see it’s you, I daresay we’ve gotten lost on the way to you. Nevertheless, here we are, and reporting for duty.”

Momo remained perplexedly silent and confusion showed on her face, as the lead rider, expertly maneuvered her steed closer to inspect the pair. A long, silent appraisal of the situation brought little to no change of expression and there was a wisdom in her eyes that gave the impression of doubt. She spoke to Dante as if cautiously going along with a story she knew to be false.

“I was not told anything about new recruits arriving via the harbor… do you have transfer papers”

With a snap to attention and a smart movement towards the smoldering campsite, Dante made a show of having every intention to retrieve papers he surely had.

“Yes, of course ma’am, allow me to get them from… oh my. Ma’am! I must report that do to an unavoidable altercation n with local criminals, the papers have been destroyed. Regardless, we stand faithfully at your command.”

Constantine didn’t buy any of it for a moment, but she had to admit, she was impressed. The male of the pair knew full well that the lie wasn’t working, but continued to play it off like a stage performer, and rather smartly at that. “He’s clever, and he’s got guts… I’ll give him that much.” She thought. Continuing to assess the situation in her head she noted the debris now closer at hand. “I count at least 10 cutlasses… 2 against 10 and it was a slaughter… the girl’s got power. What they need is discipline, and uncharacteristically of the sort, they seem to know it.”

Having made up her mind, the Vanarch, turned her mount and rode through her own guard contingent. “Give them the remounts, see that they keep pace, we’re heading back to base camp for the night.”

As they rode, Momo, leaned next to Dante, and whispered, “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you out of trouble princess, it’s my job.”

Nice~ I love the story...Dang I want to know what happens next ^_^ -scratches head- Heheheheh

thanks! definitely more to come as our adventures unravel! I will continue to post updates here so it will automatically bump! To be honest, I cant wait to read what happens next either! ^.^