All hail the King- Irony!verse RP

[hellshighpriest]

Note: You know what I have no knowledge of? A coronation. So we're going to pick this up at the important part -- where Sammy is now king and rightful ruler of Hell. Because the best part is the after party anyway. Right? Right.Placing the crown atop Sam's head, Ian looked out into the assembled crowd. As with anyone, there were some days he liked

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[omnevorare]

((open to everyone?))

[hellshighpriest]

((Yep. It's party time in Hell. If you're in Irony!verse, you're invited.))

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[omnevorare]

Baalzephon never found the rituals to be all that interesting, but then he was an impatient gluttonous sot. He wasn't certain how he felt about Sam, but if the man pleased Circe he was more than willing to follow his reign. He was ready for the party that would happen afterward, the glorious amounts of pain and pleasure that were always associated with Hell's festivities. He plucked a large goblet of wine from a passing servant and drained it. Where was the fire whiskey? Giving a soft snarl, he looked about and then spotted a female servant attempting to avoid eye contact and lay low.

Growling, Zeph reached for her and dragged her close, his teeth fastening on the meat of her arm, dragging upwards, tearing a bloody chunk from her limb as she screamed. He swallowed it and laughed, preparing to take another bite.

(open, multiple welcome!)

[vanitasimmortal]

Ava swallowed thickly around the collar fastened around her throat, reaching up to adjust it as she gazed around the bustling hall. The collar was gold, so butter-soft that she might have been able to snap it with her hands if she tried. The collar wasn't there to hold her, but rather signify who she was. What she was. A chain dangled from it, thin and long, draping down to become a belt at the waist of her dress.

As Ava walked past, one of the upper level servants caught sight of her and smirked. The demon raised an eyebrow and glanced at a tray of goblets.

"You. Carry that. Serve."

Her lip curling, Ava inclined her head and walked over, taking the tray in her hands as she turned on her bare feet and started to walk the hall, her pale dress fluttering around her as she moved between the demons, offering the bloodwine respectfully.

[Open - meet your King and Queen]

[lost_myshoe]

Sam was feeling rather possessive tonight, keeping Circe tucked close into his side as they walked the floors of their kingdom. His kingdom, now. He was feeling dizzy with power, feeling his strengthened arsenal bubbling through his veins, and wanting nothing more than to get away. Take his wife and find somewhere to play with his new gifts.

But he was King, now, and with the title came responsibility. He must be here, now, in the public eye. Show himself to be a ruler who knew his subjects. Who walked the same floors and shared their conversations. And, at least with Circe at his side, he could abide that. For a while.

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[unhappyhellgod]

She was a tiny thing beside her husband -- not even the heels could hide that fact -- yet she fit perfectly. She also knew Sam well enough to know that he was silently counting down the minutes until they could escape. Be alone. Celebrate properly.

As she grabbed two glasses of wine off a passing tray, she handed one to her husband. "Give it an hour. After that everyone seems to...drift off."

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[lost_myshoe]

"I can play nice for an hour," Sam promised, accepting the glass before leaning in to kiss her, almost softly. It was as soft as he got, anyway.

"But then we go. I have my wedding gift still to give you."

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[unhappyhellgod]

"Oh?" Circe did like gifts. And she was certain that Sam knew that mentioning one would make her just as impatient as he was.