Kali POV:
It has been a few years at this point since Vert became my 'senior' or 'boss' and also started stealing masters attention from me. If I could, I would have killed her... painfully, for making me have to share his heavenly notice. Alas, life is not fair, she is a primordial, and I a Demon peer.
I hate to admit it, but she is good at what she does, she has seemingly come into her own over these few years, since master gave her the order to establish an information network. She is also very professional and dedicated. But who cares? I definitely do not. She is just an annoying bitch, hovering around master like some annoying bug, trying to take him from me! I will not allow that! I let out unbridled killing intent and happen to notice a daemon walking past who is nearly suffocating under the pressure. "Sorry! A slight... misfire. Do not mind me, off you go!" I shoo them away quickly.
Currently, I am in that bitches former territory, still helping her with her tasks, mainly being a sort of deputy, and supporting her with the workload when needed. We have succeeded in training and organising an elite group of her descendants to essentially be used as field agents, just gathering information from other Primordials descendants and keeping their ear to the ground. Luckily over the last few years, even with this silent war happening between the Primordials, especially Lord Gris and Rouge, the Primordials have allowed for their descendants to travel to the different territories, even Lord Gris, he seemed to love the idea at the time, I guess in hindsight it must be because of his plans involving Vert and his idea of an information network/organisation, wow his foresight is just... amazing! He is amazing! *Cough* not in public, Kali!
I look over to the end of the hallway, as I hear the most annoying and grating voice in existence, Vert! "Psycho! Stop daydreaming, I need you to come and help with sorting through these reports!" I grind my teeth as I shoot back with a smile, that was not a smile "Ma'am, I will be with you in a second." Vert seems to not show any shift in her usual aloof expression, but after being with her near everyday for a few years, I can tell by the slight wrinkle around her eyes that she was finding this situation fun "Okay, but make sure you do not slack off, I thought you were just as professional as me, was I mistaken? I hope not, I wouldn't want master to hear about this~" She said with, was that a slight lilt at the end? This bitch is driving me psychotic. Especially when she mentions master like that, we have both learned over these years what makes the other tick, to a certain extent - and we have turned it into an impromptu competition of sorts, to see who will break, well, it won't be me. I take a deep breath and say in my usual warm voice "Of course, we would not want that, Ma'am." Vert turns on her heel as I follow briskly behind her, I swear one day, even if it takes a millennia, I will gut you alive!
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To the west of the large southern territory of the Great Primordial Grey, The Conquer, The Blasphemer (This title is referencing the fact that he is openly opposing the supposeded 'King of Hell'.)The Anomaly, there have been many titles circulating about him outside his territory, some because of Vert and her organisation, most because of the rumours that seem to grow and compound over time among daemons.
Within this territory, which was ruled by the composed yet lazy Primordial Blue, Bleu, there was a paradoxical change in topography in this region, it was mostly ice sheets covering bodies of water, cold bitter winds, and snow-capped mountains. At the bottom of this snowy mountain range, was a castle made of some sort of combination of ice and magic. Inside a room meant for meetings, by the fact there were ornate chairs and a grand, long wooden table made with what seems to be some ice variant of a tree that can be found in this section of Hell, with glasses made of ice, sporting some sort of drink, sat two women, that if a mortal mind lay eyes upon them would instantly want to worship, they were not just stunningly beautiful, they were also letting off otherworldly powerful auras.
On one seat, was an outwardly composed woman of average height, and medium length glossy blue hair, with bright blue eyes, she sat in a very relaxed and lethargic manner. This was Bleu. On the opposite seat sat a noble-like woman, radiating a maturity, however, you could still see some hints that she was more 'acting' the part rather than fully being it... yet. She did have a certain elegance to her, that also still seemed a little forced, but barely noticeable to the one sitting opposite her, with snow white hair, that fell to her waist and crimson red eyes, and a tall figure. This was Blanc.
Blanc looked over with a slight look of distain and haughtiness, as she crossed her long legs, "Bleu, for goodness sake, show some decorum and stop acting like some dim-witted mortal laying around on the seat." Bleu just yawned slightly and waved her off "Blanc, we have only really gotten to know each other these past few short years, but you are really a headache, can't you let a girl sit how she wants?" Blanc eyebrows knit together as she hissed, almost allowing her mature allure to crack "Whatever, Bleu, lets get to the point of this meeting already, before more of my braincells are killed off." Bleu hit back in a carefree manner, almost like she let slip her internal thoughts "Blanc, your braincells can't be killed off, its physiologically not possible, wait do we even have brains?" She seemed to generally be thinking about this.
Blanc composed herself, barely, before smartly moving onto the subject at hand. "Gris seems to be quite the thinker, he has been one step ahead of Rouge, much to his dismay. It seems he put Vert in charge of some sort of organisation from what I have been able to find out, like he knew she was made for this kind of role, very uncanny. Even that observing weirdo Noir has taken a liking to him. A very troublesome opponent indeed. Not blinded by pride like Rouge, and very much obviously driven by some inner reason only he knows. But whatever that reason is, it is making him someone we need to deal with." As she finished and took a sip of her drink, Bleu sat up and said "He must be powerful indeed if he made Vert bend the knee and has Rouge actually taking him seriously. But, what if he comes after us next? I don't really want to have to serve someone, it seems too tiring, I would rather lay around all day." Blanc seemed to show a face of disbelief before she spoke in that same faux elegant manner "Well, that is why we made our pact, so if he comes for us, at least we will have an advantage in numbers." She seemed to pause, as if she had just reviewed, mentally, what Bleu just said "You are implying that you would really serve him? And the only reason you are not is because it would be too much effort?!" Bleu looked at Blanc and said plainly "Exactly!"
Blanc shook her head in an exasperated manner before murmuring under her breath "I cannot believe I thought you were the best choice for a partner, well, considering the others, one who is obsessed with shooting off nuclear magic or one who seems to act like a child who likes to be pampered..." She shakes her head lightly to dispel her useless thoughts, before continuing to speak to Bleu about the topic at hand "Well, after following his actions closely he seems competent, obviously powerful and intelligent, as much as I hate to admit it, we together might still not be his match. However, I simply could not fathom serving someone" She said, exuding an air of arrogance.
VWOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Out of nowhere, before the two could react to the aura they felt, the castle they were residing in was obliterated into pieces of ice, and they found themselves buried under its weight. They coughed and struggled to comprehend what had happened, while trying to use their magic power to get themselves out from under this mess.
However, before they could, they heard a cold, almost detached, icy voice, that seemed for some reason, to send chills down their spines, the first for them in their centuries of existence. It seemed as if the eery voice was carried on the very freezing winds around them, luring them out like the voice the the devil. "Come on out, Bleu and Blanc."