I sighed heavily as I flopped onto my piece of shite bed in my terrible little apartment as I looked at my phone, Princeton’s name in a new contact looking…staring at me as if it was tempting me…toying with me…intimidating me. I have the contact information of arguably one of the most powerful people in the magical world…at least for the U.K at least, those cousins he mentioned of the top eight…they’re probably without a doubt the most powerful magical beings in the entire world and then some, but for the U.K at least, Princeton is probably up there in terms of importance.
I pressed my face into my blanket as I sighed even deeper before I moved through my phone as I got through to the magical internet before opening basically magic google and just typed his name; articles about the warlords totality flooded the page as he is mentioned in those articles because of the fact that’s who his family is, he is part of their creed and all. I went over to the images as all sorts of photos showed. There were also links to his various social media profiles, the shop’s website, and similar ones, but…there was a lot of things about the warlords. The first photo I saw only had eight people in it and…Princeton was none of them, but without a doubt even through the photo, you could feel the power that all of them not just radiated but embodied. The first figure was an extremely tall and fairly broad and muscular man in this extreme looking suit of dark green on black brocade suit with all black under pieces and adornments, pale olive skin and thick black brows and facial hair with this mane of wine coloured hair hanging down his chest to his side, these opal deer antlers curled off his temples and a huge diamond shaped pearl was at his widow’s peak with glowing solid neon yellow eyes without pupils or a defined iris, standing facing the camera with his arms were crossed with his hands holding the top of an ornate white and platinum cane with an octopus coiling down from the top down, scales of blues, greens and black covered his person too: from how saturated the media is, despite all of the extra elements not usually seen, I could recognize the figure as the one and only Kálmán Varga, the C.E.O of 6V and like…an extremely powerful person in the human world too.
The second figure I did not recognize, a tall and statuesque man, but a touch more lithe and similar featured to Varga, but deep and rich bronzed skin, long black hair nearly to his knees, not matching eyes with one silver and the other bronze, dressed entirely in gold; but each piece a different form of gold: sequin, metallic fabric, patterned or things of that sort as if he was wearing golden coins, these horns coiling off his temples look like they were wrapped in strips of gold and encrusted with different gemstones, face covered in golden makeup, standing to Varga’s right with an elbow resting on the taller man’s shoulder, pretty much dressed in what looked like a gold chainmail caftan, gold bands covering his entire throat and collar, covered his forearms and all across his figure, the caption indicated this figure as the second eldest warlord, Nickolas Andreas, the son of Mammon. That name did sound familiar, but I couldn’t recall how so that name was familiar to me.
The third figure I also didn’t recognize, they’re a taller, but extremely thin, maybe taller side of average, curvy in a feminine way making them extremely androgenous looking, face adorned with extravagant makeup pushing their androgyny, solid glowing red eyes with slitted pupils, this mid-back length of bouncy, beachy waved golden blond hair and ethereal features, some scales in shades of purples, reds and ivory and a sleek almost heart shaped ram horns made of pearlescent ivory that were a little more pink than white that faded to dark purple at their points, dressed in very sheer and floating red clothing overtop a black leather corset, matching leather shorts and massive heels and pieces of clothing/jewellery. Standing to Varga’s left with both hands rested against Varga’s shoulder as they were very obviously familiar with cameras, face in this expression that was just as placid and calm as it was intimate and lustful, the huge fake lashes didn’t help either, the caption marked this figure as Sammy Sovereign, third born warlord and child of Asmodeus.
The fourth figure was an average height man to Andreas’ side with deep and rich toned skin, long locked black hair adorned with clasps and charms of various metals and adorned with various stones and pieces, these solid glowing salmon pink eyes with slit pupils ad sculpted horns that looked almost like metal, but I couldn’t tell what kind, dressed a little more nicely than the previous two, but pretty much entirely in a solid linen suit with the shirt open to mid-stomach showing these deep gill slits curved along his ribs and he was covered in tattoos, he’s thinner, but much more fit than the other two, looks like an Olympic swimmer. Matching gill slits adorned with sides of his neck, a necklace hung at his collar covered in at least a few dozen various shark teeth, trident shaped earrings hung from his ears and his fingers were covered in rings as he stood with both of his hands resting on the inner edge of his blazer. The caption marked this figure as Travis Nel, fourth born, son of Beelzebub.
Fifth, was a much shorter man with long black hair, these glowing pale baby blue eyes with slit pupils, these sculpted ornate ibex horns that had a blue fade to them and hanging tassels of feathers hanging off their points with ribbons, bells, rings and pieces stacked up along them, his skin was adorned with rather symmetrical vitiligo of matching baby blue across his skin dressed in what looked like really nice silk pyjamas under linen robes and pieces all in various shades of blues, white, silver, gold and ivory and also looked like he just woke up with a soft, dreamy expression, clouds seemed to drift off the ends of his hair and off his skin, but I could see a very long blue scorpion tail coiling around his legs past the bottom of the photo. The caption said Sultan Ahmed, the fifth born warlord and son of Belphegor.
The sixth figure was woman of average height, fuller figured and deeply sun-tanned with short messy cropped black hair with one half dyed neon orange, these large sculpted lava stone horns off her temples, muscular and despite the formality of how all of the others were dressed, she was dressed in a very open tucked in orange flannel that hung off her shoulders to nestle into her elbows, a black vest and black destroyed jeans with lots of beaded jewellery and similar ones made of natural materials, a thick chain along her left hip, thing gold ring through the side of her nose, heavily freckled from sun exposure, there were visible scales along her skin in flame like tones of reds, golds, oranges and amber shades, gold sharp nails, she had glowing solid red eyes without pupils, flames were caught moving across her shoulders with a pair of wings folded against her back and a classic devil tail coiled around her legs. The caption marked her as Cassandra Vita, sixth born of the eight and daughter of Satan.
Seventh was a tall, sun-baked woman with long dark brown hair with honey tones to it, solid navy eyes with white slit pupils, a lot of makeup and dressed very showy and a bit more casual than the others, but with an emphasis of showing a lot of skin, but…what looked like a bug chitin adorned sections of her body in ink black with a blue sheen to it, large black spider legs coiled off her spine and around her temples. She was smiling in a rather soft and kind way which clashed with how she was dressed: she had on a cropped white blouse that tied at her bust forcing it together, upwards and outwards with off the shoulder long sleeves and a long skirt that disappeared at the bottom of the photo, covered in jewellery and very well done makeup, spider shaped earrings off her ears and a wide gold choker around her throat, but a pendant hanging around her neck over the choker so the pendant was nestled right above the cleavage she was directing towards the camera to further draw attention to it. The caption marked her as Heather Greenspan, seventh born of the eight and daughter of Lilith.
The last figure was a very tall, broad and muscular…rather scary looking woman with solid violet eyes and collar length plum coloured hair that had a black dyed underside, these huge sculpted obsidian horns around her head that looked more deer like with the dozens of off-shoots, all of them ornately adorned in jewellery too, hair just swept back off her face with her horns in a tussled manner, covered in tattoos and piercings, wearing more chains, studs and spikes than actual clothing from what I could see with the black leather cropped halter and entirely embellished cropped motorcycle jacket, covered in scales of purples and black, a large pair of wings was folded against her back along with a long tail coiling around her legs, but one hand was resting on the top of a large black cane with a dragon head in gold, rings littering her fingers and all sorts of jewellery across her entire person, sharp and angular features as she looked like she was about to start growling or her face was in a snarl, heavy gothic makeup with black mirror coated lipstick and intense dark shadow around her eyes as she had a brow raised. I also recognized this figure because they are from here, born stateside, but grew up here, most people have heard her name once or twice, but just to make sure I did check the caption. The caption said Juliana Vesta, the eight born of the top eight, daughter of Lucifer…and confirmed my suspicion that that was who she is, I only knew her as a celebrity chef, but…turns out she’s like them.
“So…these are the eight.” I said quietly
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