Angels and demons
Erika had decided that it would be best for her and Faeral to take time out of their busy schedule in order to have a bit of a date. In Erika terms a proper date meant quite a long time, so the trip had taken them far away from the land of Fiore, using his luxury yacht the Jolly Rancher, or so Erika affectionately called it, they found their ways to an uncharted island. Sure the resort was merely on the other side and hidden from their view by trees but that was an unimportant detail, that wouldn't affect the enjoyment of the sun and relaxation. Chilling with a glass of her favorite, at this moment, wine a blend that combined the majesty of Erika's relaxed emotions with the warm sun and a fine breeze, and it also only cost her about five jewels at the market. She didn't feel like having the expensive stuff, that meant giving money to those who believed she was inferior or had to pay such a high price, no she would flip them all the mighty bird by buying the bargain brand that was consumed by the horribly lost on a Saturday night in front of soap operas. Take that society, you didn't deserve any of her money, which was far more valuable than normal currency anyway. Ignore the fact that it was also Faeral's money which she had spent, which in turn was his fathers, so in a way she got to flip off both the expensive wine companies and Faeral's father. This is why vacations were just... wonderful.
Stretching a bit, she took a sip from the glass, as an umbrella adorned her in shade, and also her glass, a bet the glass one was smaller. Her bikini was as perfect as she was, matching her two-tone hair and eyes. if one wouldn't know better, they could say that the outfit would attempt to seduce Faeral, but that would imply that he wasn't already attracted to Erika, which simply wasn't the case, for it was Erika, and everyone was attracted to Erika in some way or another, after all, everyone adored perfection to a degree. The sand beneath her fine body, and chair wasn't just groaning like it would at the presence of another, but rather it was worshipping her every being, and it reflected a passionate golden glow upon her body, and in no way did she make it so it did such, the sand was merely doing it's best to be in her presence. As her toes curled within said sand she watched on as the waves and the tree's brushed against the backdrop and almost let herself just slip in a bit of a sleep, it was so nice that she didn't have to think about anything. Erika didn't have to deal with any plebians, bandit's, red haired women named Sasha Martin, or any other annoyance, all she had here was Faeral, herself, and the couple dozen people over in the resort that she chose to completely ignore by going to the other side of the island with Faeral. Yes, again vacations were wonderful.
Suddenly as she began to close her perfect eyelids, a bright white light cracked within the sky. it was annoyingly bright, did the sun finally just give up in her presence and acknowledge how she was far more radiant? No that couldn't have been it, the sun was a dastardly foe who never admitted defeat in such a way, he was probably planning to try and ruin her next supper plans with his take out. Mark Erika's words sun, she would have her revenge for you spoiling so many garden parties, and it will not be pleasant for you. Back to the task at hand however, Erika put her left hand in front of her eyes, which fluttered with annoyance as the light got a bit brighter as the shattering expanded out. Seriously who was ruining this day, they would pay dearly.
"You, how dare you attempt to invade our precious realm!"
A loud voice boomed out as a beautiful woman clad in white emerged from the shatter in the sky. Her grace was flawless, and her appearance would make any jealous. In fact, she could almost be described as the perfect woman, which meant that naturally Erika fucking hated her. As the woman attempted to walk further within the sky, her majesty beauty was intrupted by a small whistling sound, until a loud THAWCK could be heard upon her forehead.
"What was that, wait was that..."
Her eyes glanced downwards towards her beautiful white dress as she saw a small impurity about it... it appeared to be of the earth, and small... wait was this...
"A rock!? The demons throw rocks at us!?"
"Not just any rock, that rock has been created from the pressure underneath the ocean, and it's shape has been smoothed by the waves, with such a graceful form it can fly through the air with bewhilering speeds and land directly upon targets up to your fat face meters away."
"Such small tricks, the demons this time are quite path--- OW! STOP THAT!"
"No, rocks for the rock god. Now explain why you are ruining my, and I guess Faeral's too, vacation! If you do not answer Quickly I shall be forced to bring out the 'big guns'"
Erika proceeded to shuffle the sea rocks with diamonds, the most potent of all projectiles. If this woman liked to try and pretend to prettier than Erika, she would simply demonlish her with her superior wealth, even if it was all stolen, that's not the point, the point is the metaphor, you pleb.
Total WC: 950/8400
Post WC: 950
Erika had decided that it would be best for her and Faeral to take time out of their busy schedule in order to have a bit of a date. In Erika terms a proper date meant quite a long time, so the trip had taken them far away from the land of Fiore, using his luxury yacht the Jolly Rancher, or so Erika affectionately called it, they found their ways to an uncharted island. Sure the resort was merely on the other side and hidden from their view by trees but that was an unimportant detail, that wouldn't affect the enjoyment of the sun and relaxation. Chilling with a glass of her favorite, at this moment, wine a blend that combined the majesty of Erika's relaxed emotions with the warm sun and a fine breeze, and it also only cost her about five jewels at the market. She didn't feel like having the expensive stuff, that meant giving money to those who believed she was inferior or had to pay such a high price, no she would flip them all the mighty bird by buying the bargain brand that was consumed by the horribly lost on a Saturday night in front of soap operas. Take that society, you didn't deserve any of her money, which was far more valuable than normal currency anyway. Ignore the fact that it was also Faeral's money which she had spent, which in turn was his fathers, so in a way she got to flip off both the expensive wine companies and Faeral's father. This is why vacations were just... wonderful.
Stretching a bit, she took a sip from the glass, as an umbrella adorned her in shade, and also her glass, a bet the glass one was smaller. Her bikini was as perfect as she was, matching her two-tone hair and eyes. if one wouldn't know better, they could say that the outfit would attempt to seduce Faeral, but that would imply that he wasn't already attracted to Erika, which simply wasn't the case, for it was Erika, and everyone was attracted to Erika in some way or another, after all, everyone adored perfection to a degree. The sand beneath her fine body, and chair wasn't just groaning like it would at the presence of another, but rather it was worshipping her every being, and it reflected a passionate golden glow upon her body, and in no way did she make it so it did such, the sand was merely doing it's best to be in her presence. As her toes curled within said sand she watched on as the waves and the tree's brushed against the backdrop and almost let herself just slip in a bit of a sleep, it was so nice that she didn't have to think about anything. Erika didn't have to deal with any plebians, bandit's, red haired women named Sasha Martin, or any other annoyance, all she had here was Faeral, herself, and the couple dozen people over in the resort that she chose to completely ignore by going to the other side of the island with Faeral. Yes, again vacations were wonderful.
Suddenly as she began to close her perfect eyelids, a bright white light cracked within the sky. it was annoyingly bright, did the sun finally just give up in her presence and acknowledge how she was far more radiant? No that couldn't have been it, the sun was a dastardly foe who never admitted defeat in such a way, he was probably planning to try and ruin her next supper plans with his take out. Mark Erika's words sun, she would have her revenge for you spoiling so many garden parties, and it will not be pleasant for you. Back to the task at hand however, Erika put her left hand in front of her eyes, which fluttered with annoyance as the light got a bit brighter as the shattering expanded out. Seriously who was ruining this day, they would pay dearly.
"You, how dare you attempt to invade our precious realm!"
A loud voice boomed out as a beautiful woman clad in white emerged from the shatter in the sky. Her grace was flawless, and her appearance would make any jealous. In fact, she could almost be described as the perfect woman, which meant that naturally Erika fucking hated her. As the woman attempted to walk further within the sky, her majesty beauty was intrupted by a small whistling sound, until a loud THAWCK could be heard upon her forehead.
"What was that, wait was that..."
Her eyes glanced downwards towards her beautiful white dress as she saw a small impurity about it... it appeared to be of the earth, and small... wait was this...
"A rock!? The demons throw rocks at us!?"
"Not just any rock, that rock has been created from the pressure underneath the ocean, and it's shape has been smoothed by the waves, with such a graceful form it can fly through the air with bewhilering speeds and land directly upon targets up to your fat face meters away."
"Such small tricks, the demons this time are quite path--- OW! STOP THAT!"
"No, rocks for the rock god. Now explain why you are ruining my, and I guess Faeral's too, vacation! If you do not answer Quickly I shall be forced to bring out the 'big guns'"
Erika proceeded to shuffle the sea rocks with diamonds, the most potent of all projectiles. If this woman liked to try and pretend to prettier than Erika, she would simply demonlish her with her superior wealth, even if it was all stolen, that's not the point, the point is the metaphor, you pleb.
Total WC: 950/8400
Post WC: 950