Seven deadly pests {For Cleverfox}
 

In the particularly dark corners of the shadows of the nine hells lay a form sleeping seemingly peacefully, dark feathered wings folded over the form, a slow breathing the only movement made. Rising was a second form, spreading out it's likewise wing, uncovering a human like person, a girl by the looks of it. This movement made the first one stir and let out a moan, annoyed with being woken. Rising to her feet the form was starting to take the shape of a black winged teen, no older than fifteen, stretching out her wings fully before turning to the other form, grabbing it's arm and sank her teeth in hard. Instantly awake the first one rose with a snarl, it becoming clear that it was a likewise winged girl. Lighting up her eyes in bright red the bitten girl took an aggressive stance as the other lit her eyes up bright green and got ready to be pounced, licking the blood she drew off her lips and grinned in a menacing way. Within the blink of an eye the two engaged into a loud fight joined by snarls and growls, feathers flying everywhere throughout the room.

Damien was making his way effortlessly though the darkness, his eyes developed to the point where he could see in pitch black darkness so this was nothing, when he suddenly heard the sounds of snarls and growls, the demonic Prince not the least bit happy with that and his eyes glowed bright enough to actually cast light ahead of him before turning crimson as his own huge jet black wings appeared. Making his way toward the source of this noise he was rather quick to act and far from kind or gentle, Damien flapping his wings and using them to literally knock the two apart. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded in a low growl, his flashing crimson eyes focused on the pair that were now at his feet. He was glaring down at them with an expression that was far from forgiving as he waited for a response from either one of them.

Stunned by the knock Damien's wings caused both girls found themselves at the floor of the room, one at each corner. "Ahh.. I think you broke my wing!" one of the two complained and cast her green eyes on the prince none too pleased. "Serves you right" the other stated and got to her feet, looking down at the bite on her arm before waving a hand over the torches on the wall to cast some light in the room. Growling at he other the bitten girl flashed her fangs "What the hell was that for Invidia." she demanded, ignoring the prince at this point and narrowed her eyes at her sister. "What, where's your sense of humor?" the said girl asked and got to her feet as well, inspecting her broken wing.

The fact that his question was not answered was a source of further annoyance to Damien and he actually got an almost smug look when one of the pair announced that her wing might be broken, the man, appearing in his early twenties, resisting the urge to make it a pair and break the other one. As the two of them started to argue the slight hold that he had on his patience was something that the Prince could feel slipping and his eyes flashed once again as he barked out in a commanding tone of voice that would have even the most powerful of demons quaking in terror, "Silence!" Once said silence had fallen he pointed to one, the apparent instigator in all of this, and said, "I want an answer, immediately." And he wasn't going to take kindly to any further bickering or really anything other than the answer that he was asking for at this point, Damien far from the 'nurturing' type.

Both girls looked at Damien when he barked the order and actually blinked at him several times as he was quite intimidating at this point. The second one of the two, Chandika, pointed to Invidia with a more than hateful look. "Obviously she finds it needed to tear into my arm in order to wake me." she stated and growled low at her sister who just had a smirk on her face, still thinking it was funny. "So? Why do you get to sleep peacefully." Invidia asked with a menacing look, resetting the bone in her wing seeing it only popped out of it's socket.

Damien glared at the two of them as he listened to what Chankika had to say, growing increasingly more annoyed the longer that this went on. And while he realized that the whole purpose for the creation of the septuplets that he was charged with was to cause chaos and wreak havoc they were not supposed to do that with him. It was supposed to be the humans that suffered for this one, which was more than okay, it was just when it started interfering with his peace that it became a problem.

Such as was the case right now.

"How about I whip both your asses and we'll call it even?" Damien asked in a menacing tone of voice, fanning out his own wings in order to make himself look even more intimidating. Not that this was really hard for him to do since he was the baddest thing going, aside from his father Lucifer of course, the one being that made even him cower from time to time.

Both of the girls instantly shook their heads as they knew first hand what it was like to be the target of the dark prince's wrath and it was not something that they wanted to repeat any time soon at all. Both shrinking back at the sight of him, even more when he fanned out his wings. At that point a young guy poked his head into the room, his black hair hanging loose over his shoulders. "Whats going on this time, another bitch fight?" he asked before joined by a second guy chewing on something that bleeds. "Seems so." he spoke and eyed Damian.

Damien got a look of smug satisfaction on his face when his threat caused both girls to instantly shake their heads and shrink back a bit, a smirk donning his lips as he continued to gaze at them. "I think that's exactly what I need to do," he said, completely ignoring the fact that he was doing way more than intimidating them right now since that was sort of the point. His attention was diverted from the two girls when a third voice joined the mix, his crimson eyes shifting in the direction of the door and watching as the two boys joined them. "None of your concern unless you wish to share in their fate," he responded when the question of what was going on was asked.

Shaking their heads even firmer the girls seemed to be determined to avoid Damien's wrath, looking at each other with worried looks at this point. Spotting their brothers the looks however turned to glares near simultaneously. Outing a few growls, even if that was not needed as the boys headed out nearly instantly as Damien said they could share the fate, the girls let them know clear enough they weren't the least bit pleased. In an attempt to escape the prince's wrath Chandika made a run for the door, soon followed by her sister who had the same idea, each picking a side to attempt to go passed Damien.

"Don't you have some tail to chase?" one of the two brothers, Amheh, asked his brother Morad while they were heading down the halls in their home, which could basically only be called a palace or castle by the size it was. Fit for royalty as Damien was after all the son of the big boss down under. "Why, yo trying to get rid of me?" Morad asked suspicious of his brother, giving him a look before looking ahead. "Nope, just curious cos if you don't have anything to do we could always gather the rest and wreck some havoc upstairs. Unofficial havoc and all.. this place is getting me bored." Amheh stated with a smirk, always up for some trouble. And his hunger was insatiable so usually he was one of the instigators when they got into trouble.

Damien was not the least bit amused when first Chandika and then her sister decided that it would be smart to try and make it around him so that they could run. He might have been on the verge of a rare moment of actual mercy but that bit of defiance was the nail in the coffin, figuratively speaking. Reaching out he snatched them deftly, not by their arms or wrists but rather by their ears, pulling both girls to a stop. "You just sealed your fates," he said in a low and what could only be described as a feral tone of voice. Direct defiance was something that Damien never tolerated and these two were about to find out exactly why that was.

There was no sound of footsteps, as he had learned to walk without making so much as a sound, but as Morad and Amheh made their way down the corridor another voice suddenly joined the conversation as a white haired boy with blind blue eyes said in a cocky manner, "You fat boy! Slut puppy! What's going on?" Shahnaz was more than a little bit amused by the nicknames that he had came up with for is siblings and there was a smirk on his face as he fell into step behind them. He hadn't been lured out by the noise of the cat fight but had instead just been walking along, minding his own business, when he spotted these two.