User blog:Rikoswind29/Solesta

Ronald the Gentle was looking overlooking the city of Solesta from the comfort of his balcony, admiring the sun bathing his city in a gentle orange-red glow. He took a sip of his champagne a special drink that had to wait in barrels for four years. He had to drink it by tomorrow for it taste like goats piss by midday. While he was enjoying nature’s show he heard knocking on his bedroom door. “Come in” He called the knocker. The door opened with a young servant girl. Ronald found her being harassed by the town guards one day the guards told him she was sneaking around his manor. He took pity on the girl and asked her not demanded her to work for him. She instantly jumped at the chance to worked for him. “Milord, men of the Order are here to see you” The girl said with distaste like the mention of the word Order on her lips left a sour taste in her mouth. “Shall I let them in?” Ronald placed his wine glass down on the small table beside him. He gave a long sigh which the young girl couldn’t help but giggle causing his green eyes to stare her down but she just smiled back. “I’ll take that as a yes then” as she crossed her arms over her small chest, waiting for an answer.

“Might as well, seeing how they would hang me if I didn’t” He said as he picked up his glass and took a gulp. The Order was always pestering him about the war and his standing; even when he preached neutrality they still wouldn’t stop sending him envoys requesting his men to help fight the ever growing mamonos that plunged the world. When he had none to spare sending a platoon of twenty was nearly ¼ of his militia. The servant girl nodded and left the room merrily, causing Ronald to raise a questionable brow and commenting under his breath. “That girl is an odd one” Ronald went downstairs to be greeted by a young man name Norwel he wore the symbol of the Holy Order on robe and a rosary around his neck. Though young in appearance a few years older than Richard who was 23, he was one of the Order’s bishops a very passionate and strong willed man who was admired by many in the city and even managing to recruit a few people into joining the order. He had an angry look on his face. The moment the holy man saw Ronald he erupted. “Lord Roland, are you running a balm chaise that impudent servant girl” He said while pointing at the girl who glared her eyes at him. Ronald glanced at the girl,

“Elise, apologize and leave this is not your place to be insulting a man of the Order. “ The girl stopped looked at Ronald with eyes of appall before putting her head down and marching upstairs sticking her tongue out at the holy man as she departed upstairs and slammed the door. There was a moment pause between the men before. Ronald bowed “I’m sorry you were offended she is but a little girl after all. I take all blame’

“I would have had her flogged she is possessed, I tell you” He grumbled as he adjusted his robe. More likely to get his mind off what just happened. “Have you been reading the latters the Order has sent you?” Ronald scratched his head at the mentioning of letters, he hadn’t received any from the Order; he would ask Elise about it for it was her job to give him the mail he would question her on the matter later. “I haven’t my sectary must have misplaced them". Hearing this made the religious man furious. “Lord Ronald of Solesta, you speak of treason against not only the Order but the League as well these are serious charges that could lead to excommunication for not just you but your people. What is the meaning of this are you not faithful to the high Chief God is the ring you wear on your forefinger a mockery?” “What is it that you want from me Bishop of Joel to show that I am worthy of the Order’s trust” Ronald said with restraint he didn’t like being interrogated by the Order but he also knew he had to reply to their demands; not replying to their letter was already having them question his worth even if he really didn’t know about the letters. “The Order has been having a difficult time fighting off the demonic harlots near the Gaia and Lescatie border and needs more men and supplies to keep them strong; we need funds and your support” “What are the others standing in the war” The young lord asked Nowel curiously “Have they pledge their support?” “I only met with Lord Chiron of Trina and he was adamant his standing in the war to remain neutral, but he offered gold to the Order and arms but no soldiers” “I see did he say why he wouldn’t send his men?” The holy man frown “He said that his territory is too close to enemy’s realm and needed all his men to patrol the border, but you have one of the larger territories, you have men to spare and wealth.” “Those are true Bishop, but my hands are also tied so I can only spare ten or twenty to your cause you understand”

“Twenty!” The Bishop howled as he stomped his foot “You are nudged between Trina and Altus; the most powerful territory in the league you are safe from those she-demons better to put those guards of yours to a higher purpose.” Ronald took a step back at the Bishop’s outburst. “When you put it that way I’ll send sixty soldiers and not more” The Bishop anger quickly faded from his face.

“Thank the Chief God for your patronage with your support we can surely liberate the dread lands” The bishop bowed clutched his rosary and pulled his robe up and left. With the same vanity he arrived. When Roland closed the door and rushed up on the stairs, he was going to ask Elise about the letter and give her a flogging himself. Opening the door, Roland saw his room was dark and that the crimson dawn turned to cool night, the moon was beginning to rise; illuminating the room enough to allow him to see outlines of the bed and his lounge chair. He heard the humming of Elise sitting in his balcony chair. The blue wine was not on the small table but dangling loosely at her side. “Elise we need to talk” Ronald said as he approached the chair. “but before that what are you doing drinking my wine, your to young to-“ Roland stopped when the girl stood up wearing one of his white shirts that was a few sizes to big for her. She had horns and foot of a goat, She stood up and smiled at the young lord. “Opps I guess I drank too much, damn wine you have me away” She giggled taking another sip “Buut you taste soo good” She whined rubbing the bottle. “So I forgive you but you’re not getting a kiss because you gave me away” She turned to Roland and smiled in drunken bliss. “Roland, Roland the bottle is so mad he won’t give me anymore” Elise held the bottle upside down. “Miss Elise-your-your” Roland struggled to find the right words “You’re a demon” Elise scowled at him

“Elise you’re a demon” She said holdong her sleeve to her mouth in astonishment “Rawr, fear me I’m gunna eat you and shit out your corpse” She mocked him with rising arms above her head and flailing her arms around wildly. Before stopping and putting her arms to her sides. “For a cutie you sure are dumb, dumber then that holy fart” “Don’t you mock me” Roland stumped his foot, the demon girl smiled at his frustration. “Tell me demon, were you the one who destroyed the letters from the Order?” She crossed her arms over her chest leaving the sleeves to dangle. “And if I did what are you going to do about it” “I’m going to as the Bishop recommended and spanks you” Roland said with seriousness on his face. “Oh noos a spank” She feigned horror “What no threat of guards or calling the order?” “I won’t have any guards to by tomorrow so no” Ronald said bitterly “Yes that means I win” The demon girl cheered “And I didn’t have to do anything “She ran up to Roland and gave him a hug and planting a kiss on his cheek; then shoving his head into her flat chest stroking his head fondly.

“Why are you so happy” Ronald asked looking up at Elise. Elise held up the young lord’s head to meet her sly smile

“Because my sisters get men, new land and the Demon Lord gets a foot hold in this sperm wonderland” She ended her declaration dragging Roland to the balcony and pointing to the chair. On her command he sat in the chair, Elise then crawled into his lap and nested herself in once she was snuggly on his crotch she leaned back and relaxed. “To Molesta” She cheered

“It’s not Molesta its Solesta” Ronald corrected her with a sigh

“I won so its myyyy city” She said pouting “I can name it whatever I want and you’re going to deal with it”

“Then you can get out my lap, because you have become less cute” Roland said with a solemn look on his face. Elise’s joy turned to horror.

“Aww no fair meanie” She looked away defiantly “Fine, but Molesta sounds much prettier” Elise quickly calmed down and looked at the young lord “So does this mean Mole-I mean Solesta is joining the demon realm, I know you like books and boring stuff, we have that stuff and more oh you can go to the Sabbath and-“ “No, Solesta isn’t joining the demon kingdom ether” Roland said sternly cause Elise to scowl at him. “I know you are unhappy but think of it this way. “ Roland said rubbing the demon girl’s head. She blushed and held onto his arm. “I’m between three territories so even if we convert my land into your paradise it wouldn’t last long for my land would be a good reason for the Order to invade the federation. Then the Order would liberate Solesta and overthrow me.”

“No they won’t I am a Baphomet, I can take them, you have nothing to fear with me here” Elise spun around in Roland’s lap until she looked him in the eyes. “No one is going to lay a hand of my big brother…well except my fellow witches and maybe a familiar and if I’m feeling generous other loils but your mine, mine, mine.” She cuddled up to Roland and laid her head on his chest. “Your friends are welcome here, but no conversions understand?” Roland said as he held her in his arms.

“Fine but will you think about it?”

“Maybe, but not now it’s too risky” The night ended as Roland took the Baphomet in his arms to his bed and tucked her in. The lord of Solesta stood at the balcony overlooking the city. Solesta’s days of neutrality were coming to an end. “Elise I hope that demon realm of yours is as grand as you say” Roland headed to his office he had notices to write and bribes to give.

Solesta's fall