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Diaries of house Grimmory: Princess of Annihlation

Harrowing 1: flames

The summons had come early last night. Requiring her to arrive in the morning. Noctisa's appearance was immaculate. Raised within the Palentine Palace the perfected standards came as second nature. But still she had never met Gorgavice in person only her father had the privilege of meeting their sire. However he had been away on a mission for sometime now dispatched into the material plane. Picking out sleek black dress with a semi open back of crisscrossing black lace resembling the back of a corset. It hugged her curves with a window on either side going from torso to the middle of her hips on either side before flowing out at her knees.

Giving a twirl in front of the mirror after fully dressed. Happy with how the lower end of the dress flowed but hugged the rest of her body. Noctisa was a tiefling her mother had been firbolg and her father a incubus and head of the house of Grimmory.

"Alright you where going to meet him one day. Just didn't expect it like this but your ready." Closing in on the mirror she straightened a few stray crimson hairs. Made sure her crown of horns weren't tangled and proudly presented. Happy with her appearance she began marching through the halls of the archdevils personal domain. The infinite palace of Excess she had lived here her entire life. Every form of pleasure, excess, artistic expression,and suffering could be found in his domain. A section cordoned off for her father. The patriarch of house Grimmory. Her father had been a lover of the arts and as such his wing of the palace had been filled with beauty. But still shed seen much the palace had to offer in her life.

Striding down the corridors they where oddly quiet today. The white noise of moans and screams and the palace where still there. But her home was empty.

"Why is it so damn quiet in here? Where is everyone?" She said out loud too herself as she marched through the halls. "Something for later I need to get to the throne room."

The throne room was a titanic length reaching up into a nebula filled abyss at its height. With six pillars on either side of the room. The pedestals of each pillar with a tributary niche inset into each side. A small statue and candles dedicated too the lords of the houses coming from the archdevil Gorgavice. The pillars themselves becoming twisting humanoid forms lost in eternal ecstasy intered within the marble. Hundreds if not thousands of damned souls twisted slowly around the surface. Taking days to emerge, submerge and repeat. The floors where a polished mirror of black stone laced with gold veins. At the end of the titanic throne room was ornate throne. His servants devil and mortal alike scuttled at the edges of the room. Disappearing into the shadows they moved like ghosts doing their jobs.

"Ah Nactisa, my lovely niece thank you for your punctuality." His voice slid down the length of the throne room. Despite his distance his voice felt like a whisper kissed onto her ears.

Gorgavice one of the great devil lords and master of the second layer of the hells; sat in his throne at the far end of the throne room. Today his titanic form was more humanoid. Pale flawless alabaster skin his thick white hair flowing gently in the air as if he's underwater. Purple eyes appearing as purple stars in a black abyss.

The throne itself built to accommodate his four arms flanked with thrones for his wives. Though they rarely used them from what Noctisa had been told. Preferring to sit on him or or his arm wrests if they ever attended his court at all. Today there was two with him. Sperrow & Galatea. The former a former high elf ruby hair flowing freely down to her back. She wore a loose toga leaving her right breast exposed with tattoos of interlocking circles going from just below her right jaw down her neck making a sleeve to her finer tips and presumably down her right side. She sat on his left shoulder legs dangling down while she leaned against his head hands playing inside his flowing hair. The latter Galatea sat on the lower right arm wrest. Dressed in the uniform of the archdevils chosen personal attendants. Though all in the infinite palace knew she was no slave. But her skin was white as snow her solid golden eyes the only part of her face not hidden by her hair or silk veil. Her origins where a mystery to all but Gorgavice himself. An aasimar the only one outside of the mortals ruling over the Empire on the material plane and their successors. As Noctissa finally got to the theory up to the throne and prostrate herself in front of Gorgavice and the two of his wives.

"Oh is this Druzzarians daughter?" Asked Galatea playfully. S she jumped frome the throne and floated landing behind the prostrated tiefling.

"Yes." Came his voice he spoke quietly but the archdevils voice still rattled Noctisa's bones. "My dear niece, do you know why you where summoned today? Why the grimmory wing of my palace was empty today?"

Her blood running cold she was glad her face was towards the floor. The progenitor of her kind expected perfection in all things and held his servants to the highest standards. "No my lord. My father kept me out of his work. Insisted in it he claimed I would t be able to escape it one day. So to enjoy the time he was able to give me." Speaking clearly and with purpose but not raising her face until given invitation to address her progenitor.

"There where those that claimed your father was raising a weak heir. That his coddling of you would only weaken our forces when it came time to make you the head of the Grimmory house." Sperrow spoke now her voice melodic and gentle. "What do you think my love? Did Druzzarian set her up for failure?"

"Look up at me girl" Gorgavice said.

Noctisa stayed prostrated just raising her face. Knowing Gorgavices orders where exact and expected to be followed exactly as he said. When she raised her face his was directly in hers. His skin now lilac. The stars that made his eyes burst and the fire swirled and spiraled in the abysal sockets. The smile slashed across his face seemed to keep growing jagged serrated fangs filling his maw. "Are you afraid of me dear niece? Do you think I would kill you here and now? That your father's coddling ruined you?" His voice coming from somewhere other than his mouth. It was deep and rumbling that hurt hearing it so close.

"Afraid yes, my lord I have only heard of you and was and still am unsure why I am here. I also believe if you wished you'd kill me and forget me before my body went cold. But I do not believe I am worthless. My father was the head of one of your great houses. Not a position earned or kept easily. And he raised me to replace him one day. I could only assume my upbringing was to your standards if not the norm. So no my lord I think you have a purpose for me today. Though I am afraid of you and what that purpose is." Noctisa spoke just as concisely as she had previously but now cold sweat was prickling it's way across her back and arms. He was impossibly hard to look at the spiraling purple flames in his eyes threatened to consume her. Like if she kept starring she'd fall in to he immolated for eternity. Or swallowed whole by the ever growing maw.

"So honest. Do you think she's ready?" Galatea spoke again sounding like she was crouching beside Noctisa. Confirmed the moment she felt slender fingers creeping into her hair straightening it and pulling it back along her spine.

"Perhaps not. But there is little choice I suppose." Gorgavice leaned back and sat cross legged front of Noctissa back to the more humanoid appearance and without the suffocating presence. "Rise Noctisa. Stretch, stand, sit. That position is hardly comfortable and I wish for you to be comfortable going forward." He slid a talon under either of her palms and helped guide her into a kneeling position. And gestured she was free to move as she saw fit now.

Rolling her neck and smoothing out the tightly fit dress. Mentally preparing herself. They kept speaking as if she was becoming the head of house Grimmory now. With how empty and quiet it was on her way to the throne room. Noctisa sucked in air through her nose and held the breath for a moment before asking. "Did something happen to my dad? I mean Lord Grimmory."

Gorgavice smiled slightly "Right to the point then. Yes he was slain along with most of his inner circle. There was a ambush but we know infuriatingly little of what transpired. Or how a devil of his stature along with his entourage. Could be slain so quickly. It is incredibly frustrating." The last word being nearly hissed out as his brow knit itself with frustration. Before snapping back to the pleasant expression of a moment before. "You have my condolences Noctisa but you our now the matriarch of house Grimmory. If your fathers wishes could be respected I would have allowed you time to grieve. That however is not possible someone killed my nephew your father and some of my finest servants and warriors. There is work to be done." He paused before holding up a single talon'd finger. "There is some credit you are not ready to lead a house not yet at least. So we will be shrinking it for the time being. This is not a slight on you dearest niece. You will be answering to me directly from hereinafter. Until your proven a competent leader to act on your own I will be giving you missions of import. Your first will be creating your inner circle. Those who would die and kill for you. Bring them into your house. Build a force that can find those who wronged us and bring our retribution too them."

The next few moments stretched into hours in her head. Noctisa stood trying too process her father was truly dead. It felt impossible too her. But snapping too there would be time later. "As you wish my lord."

"Good. Good." Gorgavice chimed. "Head home and collect your things you'll be leaving soon and I don't think you'll be returning soon." He stood and turned ascending to his throne and retaking his seat and both woman returning to their previous seats. With a bow she turned and returned to her home within the Palentine Palace.

Hours had passed her eyes puffy and red. Her feelings had exploded out as soon as she'd gotten into her room. Even as her emotions came out in a deluge she was throwing her clothes and belongings into and at her bags. When a knock came at her door.

Pulling on a robe and tossing her hair back she walked to the door and opened it. Standing a few steps back from the door now was a short man originally a zoog dressed in a black and purple velvet suit, with a lace jabot. Naud Gamigan was the head of the Gamigan house. One of the great devil houses sired by Lord Gorgavice.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. But I wished to pay my respects to you directly and as soon as possible. Me and your father rarely saw eye to eye but he had my respect." The creature bowed his head slightly. "Although I did want to be the one to tell you. Do to your inexperience most of the Grimmory assets where transferred to make sure they wouldn't be lost further weakening our sires forces. It wasn't personal but we must remain strong during these grim days." The tentacles around his maw wiggled and squirmed at the final words. But Noctisa didn't know his species enough to interpret the body language. "But I will leave you to grieve and pack I hear you have a new task to prepare for." It bowed again and pivoted on its small talon'd feet and walked away crossing its arms behind its back.

Noctisa carefully closed the door, leaned against it forearms and forhead against the ornate door and quickly wove the handling and cast silence on her room. Emptying her lungs until she could feel her throat failing in the deafening silence. Slamming her fists repeatedly into the door. Skinning her knuckles and punching holes clear through the wooden door. Spinning around to find something else to destroy. Stopping suddenly seeing a sickly green Goblin sitting on her bed. A Cheshire smile stitched across her face. Wearing a simple black top and white pants. Before Noctissa could say or do anything the goblin held her hands behind each ear. Dispelling the silence the rage was swelling up. "Who in the fu-" cut off mid sentence.

"So your Druzzarian's spawn. Liked him he wasn't any competion for my danger snek. But he laughed at my pranks on the others." The goblin said reminiscing.

"Who are you. And how the hell did you get in here!?" Noctissa screamed. But her voice cracked.

The goblins head snapped sideways starring at the towering devil. "I guess he does let me keep more privacy and doesn't force me into public appearances. But I'm Braith. Braith Lunafell, fourth wife of Gorgy. He asked me to deliver some things to you personally and to give you advice." She paused straightening her head, "First is a list of potential recruits you'll have to do the work personally but there's people we've had our eyes on. First and possibly most important is the girl struggling to gold the city of Mirages on the material plane. You'll need a base and I don't think you'll be coming back here anytime soon. Next be careful of your allies. Not everything is at it seems. And your inner circle needs to be capable. You never know what they'll need to overcome."

"Thank you Mistress Lunafell. I'll take your words to heart. But please knock next time?" Noctissa asked politely.

"No." Smiled the Infernal goblin. "Would you say your self confident?"

"What?"

"You think you got nice tits?"

Noctissa flushed red "W-wh-"

"Nice thighs? Abs? Hair? How confident are you? Think you could be naked publically? Think you'd be composed?"

"Why are you asking!?" Noctissa roared her patience finally gone.

"Because I want to know if when you meet her if I should sneak along to see how embarrassed you'll be. But if your be fine I'm not gonna waist my time." Braith twisted around laying her head over the side of the bed again that Cheshire smile carved across her face. "I think I have my answer though." At that her body burst into black smoke then folded in on itself until it vanished.

Confused, exhausted, tired in more than one way. Noctissa looked at the stack of bound envelops the wife of her sire had left. But decided she'd read them and pack later. It was time to end today.

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