Recent content by Castulo Arnal

"And who's that?" Now, Castulo had entertained the thought of making a bet with Boesarius about which one of them would be able to recruit a new Devil to the team first. A fun thought, especially so because of the prospect of having Boesarius's silver jingling around in his pockets...

Fuck, he wasn't looking forward to this, working with Boesarius. His brother Balian was alright, if a bit stiff and scholarly, terrible at holding conversations outside of his area of expertise, but Castulo would take that any day over a Boesarius-type. Too bad Balian didn't really have the...

Castulo filled the interval by taking another jab against the idea. "Did I mention he's a fucking prick?"

Castulo almost spit out his drink. "Are you serious??" Well they were having a relaxing lunch. Sitting outside on the cookshop's patio, enjoying the sunshine, partaking of this delicious lamb and its even more delicious lamb sauce. Would've been nice to wash it down with some ale or mead or...

THE SENATE HALL True to her word (the persevering part, not the falling into his arms part), Nemeska was able to scale the walls and jump between the rooftops and climb the outside of the Senate Hall's massive exterior and match Castulo's pace up to the high window that was to be their...

THE SENATE HALL Shame that Boe was out sick for this. The Long Dark proved to be the perfect cover for a little domestic task Pontifex Elissal had planned for his gang of Devils; the first of many great things to come. See, certain Senators—nobles known as the Fathers of Gild—might well be...

Nem could be very forward when she wanted to be. Just ask his chest and his lip. "Sounds like we've got a lot of work to do tomorrow," he said jovially. Then his hands slid up her legs and came to rest on her hips. "So let's tucker ourselves out and get a good night's sleep." And after they...

No rules. Demons by night. "I can do that," Castulo said, slowly bringing up his arm to coax Nemeska to roll on top of him, and so she did. Eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, heart-to-heart, they looked to one another, felt one another, and both were as eager for the future as the other. "So we go and...

It was almost too much to comprehend. But then Castulo put it all into the right context for him to instantly understand. What Nemeska was saying to him, what her father the esteemed Pontifex Elissal was secretly proposing, was exactly like what they used to do: something much like the old...

Now that gave Castulo some pause. "You didn't?" Explained why she didn't need his help with anything messy, and why she was in such a good mood. But how'd she get out of her communion?

IN THE HOME OF NEMESKA ELISSAL They couldn't even get all of their clothes off before they began. Their journey of carnal frenzy began in one corner of the room, traveled to all the others, and ended at last in the bed. Somewhere along the way the rest of their garb found its way to the floor...

Oh. Oh she was about to stab someone (or something of the sort). Wait. The Priest? Priest Madrissal? Now he knew his lovely Nem had some daring, but damn, that was going to cause one hell of a stir. For the first time in forever Castulo actually felt a tinge of worry for her. Not that he...

Castulo smiled. His eyes with a deliberate conspicuousness looked her up and down. "I'm free tonight." Even had a fat coin pouch so they could go have some fun before they had some fun.

"Madrissal again?" Castulo huffed. Now, he wasn't completely godless, Regel sat on his shoulder and sometimes in a voice he usually couldn't hear told him he ought to do this and he ought not to do that, and yes, he sometimes went to temple. But having mandatory temple visits? Ugh. Penitents had...

"Woulda been better if I had your company, Nem," said Castulo, grinning. Ah, Nemeska. She was a favorite, and the arrangement they had suited both of them very well: all the good stuff, none of the dull stuff. Come and go as you please. And what was more, he did actually enjoy her company...