Action Post
Who: Revya, Laharl, Cirno, one or more people who haven't been decided yet.
What: Revya remembers an old power, and it's up to Laharl and THE STRONGEST to stop her before it's too late.
When: Whenever!
Where: Somewhere outside the castle
Warnings: Violence.
It was an ordinary day for two innocent young Archers- insofar as "ordinary" in the Netherworld went -until, that is, Revya had remembered a certain ability of hers.
Specifically, the power of domination.
After a fight that lasted all of three seconds, one of the Archers was sporting two broken legs, while the other was trembling at The Devourlord's feet. The onyx blade tickled the young girl's chin as Revya savored her fear. This was the one thing she did regret about blowing up everything- nobody left to hurt. Absolute isolation was great and everything, but there was something to be said for the rush of absolute power she was feeling right now.
The explanation was simple- she prided herself on not being a loudmouth like Gig. The Archer's life would be spared, in exchange for her absolute servitude. Life as Revya's slave was better than no life at all, evidently, as the Archer quickly proved. A single flash of light, and the girl's wounds were healed.
The other Archer was sobbing with pain, and it was no wonder- her legs were twisted in random directions, broken beyond conventional repair. The Devourlord placed a knife in the hands of the first Archer, then pointed at her friend. She spoke three words.
"Your first job."
What: Revya remembers an old power, and it's up to Laharl and THE STRONGEST to stop her before it's too late.
When: Whenever!
Where: Somewhere outside the castle
Warnings: Violence.
It was an ordinary day for two innocent young Archers- insofar as "ordinary" in the Netherworld went -until, that is, Revya had remembered a certain ability of hers.
Specifically, the power of domination.
After a fight that lasted all of three seconds, one of the Archers was sporting two broken legs, while the other was trembling at The Devourlord's feet. The onyx blade tickled the young girl's chin as Revya savored her fear. This was the one thing she did regret about blowing up everything- nobody left to hurt. Absolute isolation was great and everything, but there was something to be said for the rush of absolute power she was feeling right now.
The explanation was simple- she prided herself on not being a loudmouth like Gig. The Archer's life would be spared, in exchange for her absolute servitude. Life as Revya's slave was better than no life at all, evidently, as the Archer quickly proved. A single flash of light, and the girl's wounds were healed.
The other Archer was sobbing with pain, and it was no wonder- her legs were twisted in random directions, broken beyond conventional repair. The Devourlord placed a knife in the hands of the first Archer, then pointed at her friend. She spoke three words.
"Your first job."