Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Jun 11, 2010 12:14:15 GMT -7
Splayed across an elaborate violet velvet throne, deep within the bowels of Hell, sat Violet Violence. The Devil's Daughter, The Unholy Demonatrix, The Color of Chaos. The stench of death, decay, rot, and sulfur wafted through the dungeon-esque halls. A smell that would truly make anyone but the Hell-bound test their gag reflex to the max. "I am so fucking SICK of you disobeying me. You do understand that I could crush your miserable existence with nothing more than a thought don't you? Or are you really that feeble minded?" She lurched forward, morphing a single finger & pointed a black talon at the large Chaos demon that stood before her. "And if you even THINK of answering that, I will put you in a pink tutu and you'll have a starring role in the fucking Nutcracker." There was a resounding gulp as the Chaos demon literally swallowed his pride. No one disagreed or disobeyed Violet. Ever. Demon, Hellbeast, even the biggest, baddest, baddie didn't dare incite her wrath...which was more or less endless. She was a Goddess unto her self, in a league that outshone the Oldest Ones, those that were before time began.
"Just...just go away." She waved the beast away from her, in a tone that clearly denoted it was not a request, but a command. As the Chaos Demon hustled away, Violet heaved a great sigh. "For the love of fuck, I swear they get more and more useless.", she said, referring to all demonic beings in general. Yes, she was narcissistic, but not entirely without merit. She had the disposal of all at her fingertips. Light, darkness, ultimate good, and ultimate evil. She carried two forms, namely that which she currently rested in, draped lavishly across her throne. The other, was much more demonic, featuring a scaled type armor that covered her body, a body that towered nearly 7 feet tall. Her nails grew into talons that were coated in a toxic poison that could affect any being, living or dead. Somewhere between a dragon and a demon, she sported large, leathered wings, and a snake-like tail with a spaded end, sharpened to a devastating edge. Her forked tongue would lash out between serrated fangs, from a mouth that truly resembled that of the classic depiction of a dragon. She was a terrible force to behold in either form, though one was generally as misleading as the other.
Another heavy sigh escaped her as she summoned a great mirror of polished onyx with a casual wave of her hand. Curling her legs beneath her, she sat up straight upon her throne and peered into the mirror's timeless depths. In this mirror Violet was able to see whatever she wished, within any dimension, reality, or era. It was one item of her creation that she never grew tired of, since she was oft growing complacent with anything else at her disposal...which included damn near everything. But for every being that believes they are truly immortal, omniscient, and above harm...there is an even greater force lurking, biding it's time to strike the heart of the beast.
Searching through what would seem a jumble of blurred images to the casual observer, Violet's trained eye scanned for something of interest. Anything to break the tedium that had become her recent state. "Ahhh..." A devious smile curled her lips, exposing her fangs. The image came into sharp relief once she'd selected the time and place she wished to observe. A Hellmouth. Perhaps the most renown of all Hellmouths. One that resided underneath a small town in California, known as Sunnydale. This particular Hellmouth had been the site of many an evil beings destruction. Everything from run of the mill vampires, to hordes of Uber-vamps, and even the one known as The Master; to The First Evil, a force Violet knew all too well. Not to mention countless demons of nearly every breed. After all, a Hellmouth is a place steeped in otherworldly energies, a prime hot spot for any and all evil to make a debut. Or, as it seemed, a timely execution. The precise reason for the high number of evils demise in the area was one, simple girl and her closest friends. "The Slayer, and her merry band of misfits.", Violet cooed, her grin firmly in place.
Idly tapping a sharpened fingernail, polished a deep plum, against the cast iron arm of her throne, she watched as Buffy Summers, along with her nearest & dearest, convened in her dining room, taking a break from thwarting the evil that consistently threatened to overrun Sunnydale, and hence the world. But they had never faced something like Violet. Simply because there was nothing like her in all of existence. Violet toyed with a number of ideas that flitted through her mind as she watched the group of do-gooders as they raided the kitchen and prepared a simple feast of junk food. With all the options of chaos at Violet's disposal, she seemed to have a difficult time deciding just what course of action would be the most beneficial to her. And by beneficial, that meant the most entertaining prospect.
Due to the last incursion of evils attempt to take over Sunnydale and defeat the Slayer & friends, Sunnydale had not only collapsed into the Hellmouth, successfully shutting it down. But also had the unexpected result of the power of the Slayer spreading too all other Potential Slayers world wide. Willow's doing, the Wiccan Wonder of the Western Hemisphere. Violet had delighted when Willow spent some time on the darkside, reigning chaos and destruction not just for revenge on those who'd taken the life of her girlfriend and fellow Witch, Tara, but on those who surrounded her now. However, Violet was equally impressed when Willow used the mystical Slayer Scythe to imbue every girl possessing Slayer potential with exponential powers they may have otherwise, never known.
For years, in the quaint residence that was Sunnydale, (if you consider a Hellmouth at all quaint, which Violet did), it was Buffy alone who inspired terror among demon-kind. Of course her "Scooby Gang" of friends aided, and over time their skills too, improved. Individually, they had each come into their own and collectively, were a force to be reckoned with. And so it was that Violet had made her decision. She would truly bring Hell to Sunnydale, and in the process, revel in the chaos that could ultimately bring Sunnydale, the Slayers, and their friends to their knees. Even Violet didn't want to know how this would play out, though it could easily be shown to her via the mirror before her. The decision was made, her mind set on making her debut in Sunnydale. The coming of the end. Because everything that has a beginning, indeed has an end.
~To be continued....
"Just...just go away." She waved the beast away from her, in a tone that clearly denoted it was not a request, but a command. As the Chaos Demon hustled away, Violet heaved a great sigh. "For the love of fuck, I swear they get more and more useless.", she said, referring to all demonic beings in general. Yes, she was narcissistic, but not entirely without merit. She had the disposal of all at her fingertips. Light, darkness, ultimate good, and ultimate evil. She carried two forms, namely that which she currently rested in, draped lavishly across her throne. The other, was much more demonic, featuring a scaled type armor that covered her body, a body that towered nearly 7 feet tall. Her nails grew into talons that were coated in a toxic poison that could affect any being, living or dead. Somewhere between a dragon and a demon, she sported large, leathered wings, and a snake-like tail with a spaded end, sharpened to a devastating edge. Her forked tongue would lash out between serrated fangs, from a mouth that truly resembled that of the classic depiction of a dragon. She was a terrible force to behold in either form, though one was generally as misleading as the other.
Another heavy sigh escaped her as she summoned a great mirror of polished onyx with a casual wave of her hand. Curling her legs beneath her, she sat up straight upon her throne and peered into the mirror's timeless depths. In this mirror Violet was able to see whatever she wished, within any dimension, reality, or era. It was one item of her creation that she never grew tired of, since she was oft growing complacent with anything else at her disposal...which included damn near everything. But for every being that believes they are truly immortal, omniscient, and above harm...there is an even greater force lurking, biding it's time to strike the heart of the beast.
Searching through what would seem a jumble of blurred images to the casual observer, Violet's trained eye scanned for something of interest. Anything to break the tedium that had become her recent state. "Ahhh..." A devious smile curled her lips, exposing her fangs. The image came into sharp relief once she'd selected the time and place she wished to observe. A Hellmouth. Perhaps the most renown of all Hellmouths. One that resided underneath a small town in California, known as Sunnydale. This particular Hellmouth had been the site of many an evil beings destruction. Everything from run of the mill vampires, to hordes of Uber-vamps, and even the one known as The Master; to The First Evil, a force Violet knew all too well. Not to mention countless demons of nearly every breed. After all, a Hellmouth is a place steeped in otherworldly energies, a prime hot spot for any and all evil to make a debut. Or, as it seemed, a timely execution. The precise reason for the high number of evils demise in the area was one, simple girl and her closest friends. "The Slayer, and her merry band of misfits.", Violet cooed, her grin firmly in place.
Idly tapping a sharpened fingernail, polished a deep plum, against the cast iron arm of her throne, she watched as Buffy Summers, along with her nearest & dearest, convened in her dining room, taking a break from thwarting the evil that consistently threatened to overrun Sunnydale, and hence the world. But they had never faced something like Violet. Simply because there was nothing like her in all of existence. Violet toyed with a number of ideas that flitted through her mind as she watched the group of do-gooders as they raided the kitchen and prepared a simple feast of junk food. With all the options of chaos at Violet's disposal, she seemed to have a difficult time deciding just what course of action would be the most beneficial to her. And by beneficial, that meant the most entertaining prospect.
Due to the last incursion of evils attempt to take over Sunnydale and defeat the Slayer & friends, Sunnydale had not only collapsed into the Hellmouth, successfully shutting it down. But also had the unexpected result of the power of the Slayer spreading too all other Potential Slayers world wide. Willow's doing, the Wiccan Wonder of the Western Hemisphere. Violet had delighted when Willow spent some time on the darkside, reigning chaos and destruction not just for revenge on those who'd taken the life of her girlfriend and fellow Witch, Tara, but on those who surrounded her now. However, Violet was equally impressed when Willow used the mystical Slayer Scythe to imbue every girl possessing Slayer potential with exponential powers they may have otherwise, never known.
For years, in the quaint residence that was Sunnydale, (if you consider a Hellmouth at all quaint, which Violet did), it was Buffy alone who inspired terror among demon-kind. Of course her "Scooby Gang" of friends aided, and over time their skills too, improved. Individually, they had each come into their own and collectively, were a force to be reckoned with. And so it was that Violet had made her decision. She would truly bring Hell to Sunnydale, and in the process, revel in the chaos that could ultimately bring Sunnydale, the Slayers, and their friends to their knees. Even Violet didn't want to know how this would play out, though it could easily be shown to her via the mirror before her. The decision was made, her mind set on making her debut in Sunnydale. The coming of the end. Because everything that has a beginning, indeed has an end.
~To be continued....
