The Knight

Time To Pray

theswordarm:

berserkknight:

The fact that it was a holy place in general would cause her to feel ill. She sort of wanted Mike to come outside so she wouldn’t have to deal with being ill. 

Nonetheless, it seemed going inside wouldn’t hurt much. She ventured in without much hesitation. Threshold being the least of her worries. 

Mayu had changed out of the beggar clothing and into some jeans, boots, and a t-shirt. She had a messenger bag at her side and wore sunglasses at night (because fuck et).

After she heard the cough, she smirked and lit up a cigarette right there in the church. Didn’t seem to be much of an issue since it was late at night, no people, and incense would hide it later. 

"I’m here to speak with Michael on some important business. Unless I’m stuck with Alex."

"He’s very popular lately. He’s resting as of the moment. Don’t suppose I can take a message?" Alex didn’t mind much. Lord knew he smoked in the place after hours. Didn’t seem to hurt anyone other than himself.

He meant htat he’d rather leave Mike to that resting, but would wake him up to the wheel if it was necessary.

"I want the lance of Longinus, the spear of christ. If you give me the spear, I’ll give Mike the sword that Lucifer was getting a boner over. Simple trade."

She ashed in her left hand and took another long drag before continuing.
"The sword is placed somewhere safe. I got it from Lucifer’s clutches and it resides with me. If Mike obtains the spear for me then he gets the sword. As for the spear’s whereabouts, It’s with Scott Holt. Get the spear from him and we can pretend none of this ever happened."

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Time To Pray

theswordarm:

berserkknight:

Next stop, Church. 
She knocked on the outside of the church and waited out front. Being in the position she’s in made it a lot harder to just walk into places. 

The building wasn’t sanctified or warded until one got into the housing part of the place. Where Alex lived. Would be a bit stupid to have a threshold on the front doors of a cathedral meant to be accessible to all.

"Come in!" Alex croaked out before coughing into a sleeve. Michael kept him young and healthy, but a smoker’s cough is a smoker’s cough.

The fact that it was a holy place in general would cause her to feel ill. She sort of wanted Mike to come outside so she wouldn’t have to deal with being ill. 
Nonetheless, it seemed going inside wouldn’t hurt much. She ventured in without much hesitation. Threshold being the least of her worries. 

Mayu had changed out of the beggar clothing and into some jeans, boots, and a t-shirt. She had a messenger bag at her side and wore sunglasses at night (because fuck et).

After she heard the cough, she smirked and lit up a cigarette right there in the church. Didn’t seem to be much of an issue since it was late at night, no people, and incense would hide it later. 

"I’m here to speak with Michael on some important business. Unless I’m stuck with Alex."

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Time To Pray

Next stop, Church. 
She knocked on the outside of the church and waited out front. Being in the position she’s in made it a lot harder to just walk into places. 

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berserkknight:

"Don’t get me wrong, Lucifer." Hearing her whole name spoken like that made her eye twitch. Not even her own family used her whole name. It made the tension stronger now.

She placed both hands on the desk and laced the fingers together. Her stare was narrow and her focus…

"Marx!" Mayu spoke loud and clear to call the name of her hound. A male walked in the room wearing a simple black suit and white tie.
She motioned for him to get the sword off the table. There was no way in hell she’d touch it herself. The odds of a trap were still in the air.

Marx nodded and walked over to pick up the sword.
"Pleasure doing business with you." Mayu said as she stood up and started for the door.

Marx followed close behind. His face was hollowed out almost like a zombie. His eyes white, his movements were awkward. It just seemed like Marx was more dead than a hound.

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berserkknight:

Mayu kept a stone cold face as she listened to Lucifer continue on. The silence from her continued. The glass of whiskey in front of her was empty and she reached over to grab the bottle. She poured out the contents and filled the glass to the brim till she heard the ice…

"Don’t get me wrong, Lucifer." Hearing her whole name spoken like that made her eye twitch. Not even her own family used her whole name. It made the tension stronger now.

She placed both hands on the desk and laced the fingers together. Her stare was narrow and her focus wasn’t as strong as before. Anger flared when it wasn’t needed, an added curse when working for the Devil.

"None of this is personal. As cliche as this all sounds, I’d rather be back in hell wearing sweatpants. So without avoiding my negotiations again, I suggest you listen to what I say."

"Give me Michael’s sword, or your daughters head is next. My orders are clear. Don’t sit there thinking this is a bluff, I have more at stake here than before. So give me the god damn sword or your daughter dies. Do I have to repeat it again to get a point across?"

She held up a hand to motion a pause,
"Before you come charging at me with your Devil Crazies, I want to let you know something. Cliches aside, there is no loophole in this deal. I get the sword, you wait twenty four hours, then you get the girl safe and sound."

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Devil’s Den Club (Damian Owned)

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berserkknight:

That’s something she didn’t have to experience. Headaches and insanity are saved for the Rulers of Hell. The only side effect she actually felt was the urge to fight, kill, slaughter, and fight some more. In hindsight, that’s actually no different from the life she lived before.


One thing that Lucifer was right about was the fact that Sammy brought Mayu back from the dead. She served Sammy and only Sammy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help the new ruler of hell.

She straightened out her piss scented clothing and carried on towards the door. There was no time wasted as she began to sit down in the back area and grabbed a glass of whiskey that wasn’t finished.

"I’m here on behalf of Sammy. Seeing as you two can’t do the waltz properly, I’m here as a stand in partner. Think of me as a negotiator."

"On the contrary." He took a seat at his side of the desk. Lucifer had a scar on his Host’s face he didn’t used to have. From a nostril down across mouth corner to jaw.  "I did the waltz so well that she’s ousted from any position of power that matters.” He picked up a fresh glass and there crystal bottle more whiskey was in to pour himself a glass.

Wasn’t like he could get drunk anymore with that pain in his psyche. Couldn’t even get properly high enough to shake it.

"I, on the other hand, continue to waltz exceptionally well with various other individuals with power that does matter.” He took a sip from his own glass and reclined in his chair comfortably. Watching Mayu’s movements behind his shades.

"Go on and be his ambassador. What does she want?"

Mayu kept a stone cold face as she listened to Lucifer continue on. The silence from her continued. The glass of whiskey in front of her was empty and she reached over to grab the bottle. She poured out the contents and filled the glass to the brim till she heard the ice inside clank. 

"Well as much as I love a man with ego, I can’t help but feel like I need to break it down." She lifted up a finger and grabbed a satchel from the clothing. It dripped with blood as she set it down on Lucifer’s desk,
"I’m not the one who killed them, but one of the Cerberus Knights slaughtered two of your hierarchy in hell. Sammy says that if your reign continues, then the killings won’t stop."

She took the heads off the desk and plopped them right on the floor. She snuffed and reached for the glass and took a long sip. Her long lashes batted a wink at Lucifer,
"If that doesn’t send chills, which I know it won’t, I know where a particular individual is that means an awful lot to you. I have a few hounds that’d love to make her a new chew toy."

The glass went back to her lips and she crossed her leg over the other,
"Give me Michael’s sword."

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Devil’s Den Club (Damian Owned)

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berserkknight:

Mayu walked right into the place and surveyed the area for the Lucifer. The clothes she was wearing were clothes that she stole off the back of some homeless guy. Reviving from the dead completely naked was the worst. 

"Where are you, Lucifer?"

Tucked up your ass somewhere would have been his response if he’d heard her. Instead he was in a back office working things out with a couple of Dukes—And paused midway.

Pondering.

Then deciding. He got them to leave and stood outside the door to the back office. Waiting for Mayu to come along.

That is a Knight of Hell, and he did not make her which meant Sam had. 

He ignored the pulse of the headache wracking through his brain. Same as he had since it started. Though with increasing difficult as time wore on. Crown was heavy.

That’s something she didn’t have to experience. Headaches and insanity are saved for the Rulers of Hell. The only side effect she actually felt was the urge to fight, kill, slaughter, and fight some more. In hindsight, that’s actually no different from the life she lived before.

One thing that Lucifer was right about was the fact that Sammy brought Mayu back from the dead. She served Sammy and only Sammy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help the new ruler of hell.

She straightened out her piss scented clothing and carried on towards the door. There was no time wasted as she began to sit down in the back area and grabbed a glass of whiskey that wasn’t finished.

"I’m here on behalf of Sammy. Seeing as you two can’t do the waltz properly, I’m here as a stand in partner. Think of me as a negotiator."

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