abandon all hope; luci family reunion

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

I am strong, love is evil, It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people. [smear:8B5F65]W i t c h c r y p t[/smear:C5A3A7:3] Take your time, and do with me what you will. I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm ill, So hit me like a man, and love me like a woman. [smear:24415E]"You shut your filthy mouth!"[/smear:8B5F65:1] Feminine vocals cracked like a whip, the slight roughness to them were unique and set the individual apart from all the others within the room. The caverns echoed with the mare's sharp retort, all other beings silencing themselves. Blazing crimson orbs were slightly narrowed in complete and utter irritation. The being that stood before the small group was a spit-fire but was doomed to his fate. The bay stallion was taller than the Cocytus Countess but he was on his knees before her, blood pouring from wounds upon his face and chest. The brindled bitch had aimed to maim the bastard. She had stolen his left eye and promptly ate it in front of him. She had quite enjoyed the look of disgust on the stallion's face, it sent a euphoria straight through her system, egging her on to continue her little game. But she quickly squashed that little tingle; she had a duty to uphold. [smear:24415E]"You come into my home and ask for respect and then throw it in my face."[/smear:8B5F65:1] Her grungy vocals echoed through the caverns, her hooves mingling with it as she picked up her stilts to move around the beast. 'I have no regrets about what I said, bitch. You don't frighten me.' He spat and Witchcrypt could only smile fondly. The beings in the room gave each other quick looks. Obelisk and Abyss were stationed at the two exits; while many of Wicca's extensive family were dotted around the room. The bay brute gave a quick look around to be sure none were sneaking up on him and then he focused back on Wicca. 'The laws have been broken, Mother, he has sentenced himself to the ice.' The vocals of her son, Satanael came to her, he was around two years old now but not quite. He was in that odd teenager stage where everything was changing. The witch turned her glowing orbs to her cream son, the red in his opts glowing back. He was her pride and joy, he and his twin. [smear:24415E]"My son, thank you for reminding me. And to think, I was going to let them all maim you and then let you walk free, as an example. But I almost forgot that Cocytus has its own way of showing examples. Take him to the Ice."[/smear:8B5F65:1] She barked and Obelisk and Abyss moved in, shoving the bay out of the catacombs. Wicca followed suit, Satan close to her side and the others not far behind. The cold wind blew, chilling the bay stallion to the bone but the members of Cocytus barely moved a muscle. The snow was deep and thick as they moved through it, quickly coming up to the large frozen lake that surrounded the land. Satanael moved to take Obelisk's place as the dominant white hessian went to the ice, rising up on his hooves and coming back down to crack it. He repeated this step, with each crash the bay became more frightened. When Obelisk broke the ice, the bay darted away, or tried to. In a flash, her son had grounded the beast. Wicca gave a fond smile, his sire was teaching him well. 'Up.' Satanael hissed and the bay stood. Everyone came around him; Wicca moving to the front and without a word, she pushed him in. The bay tried to come back up but one crack to the skull and he was floating down. The broken spot would ice back over and he would be just another display of Cocytus's power.