Moa and Enoch  in the Chamber

[12:13] Enoch He enters the prison and sees a mortal, with an authoritarian tone he says "bring Dex or someone who works in the prison" he somewhat angry says "I come with Moa and a mortal, he will know why we came"

[12:14] Celina ignores Enoch for a moment, her eyes on Draven. Ears going back, she pulls in a shaky breath, wings and tail pulling tightly to her body. "D-dad is busy, he's in a meeting. Basically everyone is. You'll.. need to come back."

[12:16] Moaϊʂϊʂ Blackheart (moaisis): She nods once, the subtle shift of her chin sharpened by the widening of her smile. As they move together into the chamber, the air grows colder, heavier, the walls seeming to pulse with unspoken oaths and judgment yet to be cast. Her gaze drifts slowly across the space, eyes like twin voids scanning the gloom. Then Enoch asks the one present to get teh Judge, his voice low but commanding. She watches, eyes narrowing to slits, as the creature dares to ignore Enoch, she holds the leash with authority. Insolence, or stupidity, either would cost dearly here. The thud of her staff against the ground cuts through the chamber like a divine hammerfall, final and echoing. The spirits recoil, then surge upward, feeding on the tension. “Get the Great Judge,” she commands, no please, each syllable sharpened by displeasure. She grips the leash with purpose, yanking it once, hard, dragging the bound wretch closer as a reminder that no soul escapes her grasp, not here. “He is bound,” she hisses, there it is, unmistakabl, the scent of fear. Not just lingering, but fresh.

[12:21] Jochi as he flew snarled ready too kill the wolf but realized who had him on  a leash he landed near the dias and near celina.

[12:25] Enoch He closed his eyes, visibly irritated, and spoke through clenched teeth:

"I don’t think you understand me. I didn’t ask where he was. If I’m calling for Dex, it’s for a reason—not because I want to have tea with him, kiss him on the cheek, or become his friend.

Moa and I brought someone who stirred up trouble. It’s not my concern, but since Moa is still someone I protect, I want Dex—so he’ll leave the Nest alone because of this damn dog."

[12:27] Celina watches Moaisis for a moment, not phased by the demons at all. Her focus and fear was on Draven. Shaking her head again, "No, I told you, he's busy. I will not interrupt them." Though she was shaking slightly, she held her ground. "Bring him back later or make an appointment to speak with da- the Judge at a later date." Seeing Jochi, she relaxed a decent lot.. but was still tense because Draven was here. Hearing Enoch, she crosses her arms. "I said No. Take him back, the Judge is busy."

[12:30] draven malakai looks up a celine with ears flattened "i am sorry for what i did to you kitty i was cursed by a demon with lust and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time please forgive my sins and have mercy"

[12:34] Moaϊʂϊʂ Blackheart (moaisis): She hears the casual excuse, that the Great Judge is occupied and her eyes shift, cold and unamused, to the daughter who dares to ignore Enoch's presence, daughter or not this will not be tolerated of a sinner. Her voice slips out like a poisoned blade, mocking and sharp “Do you want to bring this one to him?” A cruel smirk flickers at the edge of her lips, but it vanishes the instant Jochi steps into the chamber. Her posture hardens. Finally. Her chance. Her fingers tighten around her staff, knuckles turning white as her fury coils beneath her skin, waiting. “Doom to you,” she greets him, her voice flat, formal. There is no mistaking her intent. She stands tall, unyielding, and her words follow like thunder behind the quiet looking briefly to Enoch, then to Jochi and Xariun. Enoch angered, about the disrespect, at least is what comes across. ".. he is right.. this trouble is my gift to him, for reparation.. But...to clarify one thing,” she says, each syllable deliberate “do not think I bring this filth for punishment alone.” Her eyes bore into Jochi now, unwavering. “And I will not, will not accept that those who attack the Nest, even if they crawl from the Prison, go unchecked. As Maire did with another, attacking the property of Princess Franny. Threatening Nestlings, trespassing where they are not welcome, not this way.” Her voice grows colder, her authority undeniable. “I bring this one now, but I will expect reparation for every intrusion upon the sacred grounds of the Nest. Even the side of the chamber is not exempt from consequence.” The spirits stir violently, hissing through the mist, sensing her wrath and craving release.  “Even though you are his daughter,” she begins icy “I will not take orders from you.” Her gaze sharpens, twin voids fixed on the girl with sovereign contempt. “I am teh Warlord of the Nest... He is here for his punishment, curse or not. That truth lies in the hands of the Great Judge, and he alone shall strip it bare. And I,” she adds, voice lowering to a quiet, chilling tone, “am not one to be dismissed. Not even in this chamber.” she eyes xariun and nods curtly

[12:46] Xariun Riun made his way up from the depths of the Chamber with a soft sigh. He was glad to be beyond such mortal constraints such as migraines with the constant stream of events of recent. 

As he stepped out from the small temple he paused. The corners of his lips turned down in a frown as he approached what ever the unfolding situation was with his hands clasped behind his back. He overheard the words being spoken, his brow quirking before he sighed.

He came to a stop as he listened to the concerns and demands being put forth, but shook his head once more. He cleared his throat to call attention to himself before speaking aloud, his voice carrying on a current of light mana to make sure all heard him. "Draven has already been captured and presumably met his punishment for his deeds.. While we appreciate your keen adherence to maintaining peace between our two groups.. We have no need to further punish this creature." 

His gaze slid over those present, resting briefly on Celina before he turned back to"As for your rank within the hierarchy of Hell..." His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued. "You are a Warlord of the Nest. Your authority is respected here, but not required. Just as it is inversed." He relaxed some then, letting out a soft breath. "Should you have issue with any of our own, especially if they are overstepping and attacking property or personnel, you can bring the issue before the Council or either of the Judges. In most cases, if the punishment is warranted, we will hardly blink should you take some matters into your own hands should it not impair our daily workings."

Once he'd finished addressing that particular issue, he lifted his chin slightly. "What else have you brought Draven here for, if not just for punishment? To my knowledge, we consider the matter closed and the mortal banished from our walls to be attacked on sight.."

[12:51] Enoch He grows increasingly furious and says:

"Let me tell you something... There was once a time when someone walked this realm with an ego towering above the heavens. He, too, worked in the prison. He was also a judge. His arrogance claimed that mortals should do the fighting for him—because he would never dirty his own hands. It was foolish... yet sometimes, it worked."

"That leader... was ultimately consumed by his own pride. But I understood him—because he was a demon. But you? A pathetic mortal daring to command me? Even if you work in the prison, you are still nothing more than a damned mortal. And I deserve respect. Even if you are Dex’s daughter... didn’t they teach you that?"

"Didn’t Dex teach mortals not to come bearing threats, lest we erase them from existence? You are mere toys to Hell. Dex named you his daughter because he has his reasons. But I will say this one last time: go find Dex. Because if I have to go looking for him..."

"I will make sure that what that mortal did to you will feel like nothing. And Dex… will not be able to stop me. Do you know why?"

"Because I am no mortal. Not like that filthy dog."

"I tolerated prison scum barking orders at members of our guild. I swallowed my wrath when they summoned my father with a letter. But now you, a mortal, dare to command me?..."

"This… will become a far greater matter than you can possibly imagine."

[12:52] Jochi looked at the others and then up to celina,  he sent a little shadow around her, unseen but felt as a protection and comfort.  LIfted his head and shook it a bit.  " I'm sorry we can't interrupt the judge" as he was very busy and sadly nothing they could do.  ,He growled at draven " do not speak to her!!!!!" Looking to Moasis and kept his gaze on her unwavering as she spoke and he listened his eyes like dead lights of shifting purples. " I brought your issue to the great judge, he will take care of it I'm sure". did pass out a very very lengthy report to the great judge and vice.  " I agree though, no prison mortal should be allowed to doing such things and should be held accountable. Thank you both for being so Hospitable and bringing the criminal to face his crimes but I had punished him already " said to both Moasis and Enoch " It is very deeply appreciated " he gave a light bow of respect. " I do apologize as the great judge is unreachable ." actually was serious he had a good supply of blood on hand. and motioned to Xariun who said the word of the court though surprised a bit he just nodded to what he said. jumps up to stand near celina and keep between her and the wolf.

[12:55] Trouble (Dragon Form) arrives and sees Jochi guarding Celina, he also steps in front of Jochi and guards both Jochi and Celina

[12:59] Celina hearing Draven, she growls and hisses. "You had control over yourself, I know you did. You actively chose to do that to me and I will NOT forgive you for it." Tail thrashing behind her angrily as her wings arched and flapped. "You deserve no mercy for trying to take what was not yours, for trying to force me to carry your litter. I am not and NEVER will be your mate." She seethes, claws curling into her palms enough to pierce the skin. 

Gaze moving to Moaisis as they speak, her eyes narrow. Remaining quiet as they spoke, until she was spoken to directly. "I don't care if you're some hotshot demon, my answer is the same. He is busy, come back later." For that, she kept her voice level, neutral, but the hatred for Draven was still present in her tone. Glancing to the gate they'd simply opened and walked through, she frowns, speaking up after Riun finished with his mic drop. "Also, don't forget the Chambers have a horn. Make use of it next time instead of just walking in. Even I, a mortal, knows that much." Then crosses her arms, light golden blood dropping slowly from her palm as a result of her claws. 

Raising a brow at Enoch, she tilts her head. "I didn't threaten you, not in the slightest. I wasn't NAMED his daughter, I am his daughter. I'm his blood. I hear your threat and will be sure to let dad know of it." 

Felt Jochi's energy but didn't relax, she was still shaking.. but from rage or fear, that was unknown. Stepping closer to Jochi, she'd gently try to reach out and hold his arm if allowed, not to stop him but more so to ground herself.

[13:01] Hound stepped from the Judge's chambers, eyes suddenly scouring the plethora of resonance. He came to a halt hearing the tone from one of them, growling to another. He didn't interject.

[13:01] Trouble (Dragon Form) growls deeply..."Why is he back? Why..IS...HE....BACK?!"...fire was starting to form at his mouth

[13:12] Moaϊʂϊʂ Blackheart (moaisis): As expected, Memox erupts, predictable, like rot blooming in the damp corners of diplomacy. The Witch Queen’s chest rises once, a controlled breath beneath her armor of restraint, but the flames reflected in her eyes flicker faster, wild, mirrored in the pitch of her black voids. Jochi’s voice, in contrast, seeks to pacify, to redirect the inevitable fury that pulses through the veins of her kind. Yet it is futile. Chaos and wrath are not deviations, they are demons nature. Her grip on the binds tightens, a harsh yank pulling them taut around Draven, the leash high, as if presenting the beast to the gallows. “To clarify any rumors,” she says, her tone sharp and echoing, “this wolf does not belong to me. He is new to the Nest, and he has proven nothing. So far, he brings only trouble.” Her voice does not rise, but it cuts through the chamber like frost through bone. She listens as Xariun speaks, and a low, eerie chuckle rises from her throat, almost imperceptible, woven in multiple pitches like a dissonant chord of amusement and threat. She tilts her head, gaze still forward, unshaken. “I brought this wolf here because I deemed it fit,” she says coldly. “I am not here to justify myself. aaaand.. I deal with trespassers, and so should the Chamber. If they fail, I will not.” She lifts her hand, the magical binds glowing and pulsing as they cinch around Draven once more, proof that he cannot escape. “As I have already said,” she continues , “Maire and another from the Chamber attacked members of the Nest in the Nest. Whether I handle that myself is my decision. If my word counts for nothing in this place, then why should the word of the Great Judge hold weight within my Nest?” Her gaze narrows, sharp as broken obsidian, drilling into Xariun with contempt. “And since you just arrived, perhaps you’d do better asking those who stood here before you, before speaking to me as if I were beneath your command.” Her tolerance is unraveling, thread by thread, worn thin after repeated violations of her domain. The scent of injustice still clings in the air, unaddressed, unatoned. When the imp enters, she barely shifts her head but acknowledges it with a subtle glance. “Even if the Great Judge has no time,” she states firmly, “I brought Draven here for punishment. I will not entertain whispers, rumors, or lies. I do not need approval, nor permission. And I wont come back being ordered like a minion filth..” She looks again to the assembled, the leash now high above her, stretched and trembling as Draven hangs beneath it like a beast awaiting sentence. “As I already said,” she repeats with emphasis, her tone heavier, colder, “he will determine whether Draven is cursed or not. That is his task. Mine is done.” Her eyes sweep over them all icy. She is ready to cast off the leash, leave behind this chamber of indecision and hypocrisy, and return to the path carved in bone and silence. Her patience, already frayed and scorched, finally snaps. The chamber, heavy with tension, seems to still beneath the weight of her voice as it rises, low, cold, and lethal. Her void-black eyes lock onto the mortal who dares challenge her with commands, and her voice slithers through the air like a curse etched in stone. “And you, mortal…daughter or not... will watch your mouth.” she begins, every word pronounced like a verdict “you are none to order me.” Her grip tightens on the binds as she yanks Draven’s leash, dragging him closer, the tendrils coiling tighter like chains forged in malice. Holding the leash to Jochi “If I take him, you can retrieve him yourself. I will not return like some simpering fool to beg for access again. So rather one who is of sanity.. Jochi.. I will pass you his leash.” She turns her gaze to the chamber, memorizing their expressions, how they stand, how they watch, how they treated her. Her tone drops into something deeper, more dangerous, as she continues. “And the Great Judge will not sound teh Nest's horn for his arrival, he is welcomen anytime, why shall I then like I am some obedient dog at your gates.” The shadows lash around her, the spirits stirring like a rising storm. “And if one more attack touches the Nest, the consequences will burn. Those who act against the word of your Warlord, the one who stands above you all.” She doesn’t shout. Holding teh leash to Jochi.  wanting to leave after the leash is past to him.

[13:22] Trouble (Dragon Form) growls even more as Moa approaches the dias...."WE DONT WANT HIM! HE IS BARRED FROM THE PRISON!"....he hisses. a small flame coming out of his mouth.

[13:26] Enoch Without caring who was speaking, he acted—for the first time. As he sees Moa being handed over to the dog, he says:

"Yes... go ahead, tell Dex he threatened you... for being a mortal. And tell him everything you were saying to me. Yes, to me."

He opens a portal, summoning shadows to swirl at his feet. Before stepping through, he turns and speaks once more:

"Ah, almost forgot. Happens sometimes—I forget things."

"If ever again, a mortal dares to disrespect or attack a member of the Nest… or anyone who serves the vampires... that mortal will die."

"Dex knows the consequences. He knows what happens to mortals."

"You are the lowest rung on the ladder. You are filth. You are nothing."

He pauses, glancing briefly over his shoulder.

"Thank you, Joshi... and thank you... I don’t know your name, but I imagine you work here."

And without waiting for a single word in return, he vanishes into the portal—taking Moa with him.

[13:28] Xariun Riun slowly turned to stare at the infernal that believed himself any right or ability to monologue or ignore him within the walls of the Chamber. If his glare could bore a hole through the infernal's skull... "You would do well to let the Queen speak on your behalf. I do not recognize you as anyone of station or rank. While you speak to a mortal, you speak to a mortal protected by the Great Judge. Your tongue will cease or it will be deceased." 

To Celina, his glare did not shift. His body, enhanced by the blood magic coursing through him, he easily leapt upon the dais. His stroll was casual, but it was quick. If Pharzuph did not interject or step between them, his hand would raise and with supernatural speed, he would swing to backhand Celina with enough force to send most mortals sprawling to the ground.

His gaze shifted downward to the draconic creature that was yelling and forming fire within his mouth. His words were soft, carried by mana and not easily overheard as the sound was directed to Trouble's ears. "Be mindful of how you act, little one. Lest I need to make an example for diplomacy.."

From there, he turned to Moasis as he heard her words. He laughed softly.. "You mince my words. I explicitly stated your authority is respected here and that it has weight. Simply that it is not required as this is not your domain. As for whether or not you will do as you will..." He snorted. "We will keep this in mind ourselves. While you claim no ownership of this dog, he still dwells within your Nest by your own admittance. That is your problem and your responsibility until you deem otherwise." He cared not for the threats underlying Moasis' tone and how she spoke to those present. "Do not come here to make demands or expect your will to be done. Your rash words after being clearly declined an audience will be remembered."

[13:32] Trouble (Dragon Form) heard something speak to him and he looks around confused.....but does back off apparently......"Who said that to me?"

13:32] Jochi luckily can't smell the blood, his mask was blocking out scents, put his wings up and let her hold is arm, he sensed that she was in need and was there also aware of how demons like to torment mortals and all his nice melted away to the demonic sentential form.  with a little wyvern on guard with him.  His gaze went cold as ice " easy trouble". he said to the lil dragon. but to moa he gave a low growl.  " that is enough...No one is being disrespectful, you know as well as I do there is a way to do things and if you were in a meeting we would not demand you at that moment and we would wait patiently for you.  Dex cannot leave his meeting." he moved forward and jumped down right in front of her to take the leash.  His eyes on hers and lifted his head.  " we adhere to all rules and trust me it is being taken care of, i'll take this curr off your hands " pulled the wolf down. nodded to enoch " If they attack you, they deserve their fate.  I just hope you bring the bodies back. " nodded to enoch.

[13:35] Jochi snarled as the wolf was handed to him " fuck!!!!

[13:38] Hound stood silently nearby, drinking in all that was transpiring. He said nothing, given he had no business with any of them, he was merely serving as voyeur to their struggles.

"All is chaos," Hound said softly, seemingly to himself. In reality, he was speaking to Xochitl, whether or not he responded. "And yet, the closest to normalcy I know, I yet cling to. Forgive me."

[13:38] draven malakai whimpers as he is handed over to jochi

[13:39] Celina kept quiet as Moaisis spoke, tilting her head slightly while trying to figure out who the fuck these demons were. The most she could figure out was they're of the nest and one is a Warlord.. whatever that is. "It's not like I want to order you to do much of anything, but as I keep telling you, dad is busy. I don't know how else to tell you that he's unavailable." Then shrugs. "As for the horn, it's the polite thing to do. I don't know you, so any agreement you have regarding that and this.. nest? I don't know about. So for that, I apologize." Effectively ignoring Enoch at this point, she turns curiously to the sudden demon approaching, only to get backhanded across the dias??? Hissing from the sudden hit and the pain of it, she raises a hand to her face while casually laying on her back. "Hh.. the hell? Why??" Sitting up slowly, the room spun.. so she didn't stand. "Who even are you people for me to deserve that??" She growls, confused as fuck and completely over the situation. For the moment, she was too stunned from the hit to process much else.

[13:47] Riun watched as the two infernals stepped through a portal and left. He let a low growl escape his lips before he turned to Jochi, "Jochi, please do what ever you'd like with the creature so long as you keep it outside of our walls. We have no need for it."

His gaze turned to Celina then and he frowned. He just gestured in the vague direction of the council paintings. "Pay attention to your surroundings before an imp takes your kidneys to sell in the Fourth Circle." He then gestured to where Moasis had been standing. "And that, that was the Queen of the Nest. She is a Warlord, one of four major rulers of the Second Circle and a peer to your father. Do not cross her unnecessarily or even Dex would be forced to submit you to some form of punishment. Your mortality sets you at the very bottom of our pits and you will need to claw your way out of the depths to prove your worth. Unless you are willing to simply be 'the Great Judge's daughter'." He paused then. "As for the other infernal, fuck him. He's no one. And

[13:47] Riun  he was someone, it does not matter now." 

He let Trouble stay confused, as he handled the situation with Celina..

[13:47] Xariun: (( And if he was someone* ))

[13:49] Jochi took the leash of the wolf and growled " looks like the Nest doesn't want you either boy...burning all those bridges.. gonna be a lonely life with your bullshit.. if you don't change , you will be nothing at all. ."  sadly as Jochi dropped down Xariun moved for the slap and he missed it but he did feel it and he growled low...he knew the reason and walked the path before but still  he about felt the sting on his own face and his eyes went too xian hard and angry and cold but he knew the disrespect to a warlord was not taken lightly.  just turned and took off seething in fury.

jochi felt the slap through the ichor .

and felt a deep rage like his twin.

tied the mutt in the tavern and vanished for a bit. 

(me resting)