Pleasure City of Dis

[Apollymi]

Oh, clothes would suffice would they? Malleus went on to name things he thought himself associated with, curses, spells and concoctions? "So you're a mage? Ugh... I guess that is fine. You want me to choose your clothes though... that's... kind of passive actually," she said with a raised brow. Still, Kolin had no problem choosing clothes for men. In all honesty she preferred the men around her be dressed to her taste and spent a few moments taking in his naked form as she decided exactly how she wished to view him. She'd even be generous since he'd already proven his usefulness to her and make sure he didn't lack in the sort of quality she wanted for herself. She'd also let his preferences shine though there was one thing she simply wouldn't allow. "Where is that tailor? I know what I want," she said quickly a half dressed muscular young man scurried off. He'd bring back with him, a young woman who seemed to be magically inclined. There was a seal upon her person, very clearly near her neck and she looked like she had long since lost all luster in her soul. Her eyes were dead pools of darkness with very little light but... still here she was. She gave a little bow to Kolin looking as if she'd simply lost the will to argue and maybe... she had. "Oh? You're that one huh, well look. Break out the good fabric, deep blues and purples, with the gold trim. And I need him..." she said pointing to the naked demon in the middle of the floor. "Fitted. Something like a nice three piece suit with layers and a black turtle neck fitted to his form. Giving him flowing arms though... make him... ugh, mage-y. But I swear to god if I see a fucking wizard hat I'll slay you. Give him a hood instead... show off his horns... Chop chop." she said, fully expecting her directions to be followed. This dead eyed tailor was soon beside the man naked man with a measuring tape. She'd take several measurements including the ones for his horns and the inseam of his legs. All the while she seemed completely uninterested in sex or anything of the sort. She didn't even seem to notice she was hovering over a naked man. No... in this moment she was just performing the one task she was assigned.

Kolin would after this, listen to what the man had to say about her apparent abilities. Well, she'd been known to enchant others with kisses and the like, but she hadn't thought such a thing would work on divine creatures. "Really. The most I could get over on that before was a couple of those lower tier mages, and even then I had to sneak it in..." she said seeming to consider what it would be like to try that now. Even if she died, she had another face ready and waiting, she supposed that was far less problematic than it could be. "Still, I do feel pretty different than before..." she gave it some thought. All the while the little tailor worked and worked.

[Bloodedge]

"I have no intention of adopting your mortal concepts of fashion. Make me suitable; that is all," Malleus spoke, watching thereafter as Kolin called upon a... tailor? No, the woman who arrived could not truly be called such a thing. She, like others, was a mere slave who would do anything demanded of her. Was this the handiwork of Beatrice, as her current incarnation was called? It seemed a bit mediocre for a devil of her caliber, but that would make sense prior to her true return. The list of specifications given for his clothes by Kolin were... fine. They didn't matter, really, so long as he could do what he came for. He was silent and observant while being measured, taking a mental note of this human's mannerisms. It was hilarious; everything she did was so mechanical, it was almost as if she were practicing on an androgynous doll.

Kolin explained her previous attempts at utilizing Lust. Of course, these were regarding her underwhelming human forms, and... apparently failures made before the attempts began. Yes, he could see that quite clearly. Not only was she underutilizing whatever quantity of brainpower mortals had; she also underperformed when using the Void's gift to her pitiful soul. "I've already given you the answer, and it is the same as the madness that plagues you. You are a creature of Lust. Unleashing Lust not only balances you─ it works as any of your human muscles would when exerted. You will not strengthen your arm by lifting a quill. Lust will not show its power by touching your lips to the cheek of a sacrificial pawn."

[Apollymi]

Oh? He had no intention of adopting mortal fashion, yet here he was, not making his own clothes. This demon she summoned was uncommonly testy. "Oh sure, until silk is the best thing you've ever felt~" she mentioned with a sideways roll of her eyes. All the while her eyes traced the movements the woman who was tailoring his clothes. She really needed to thank Beatrice, she'd done a great job. Kolin had requested this one have her desires removed by seal. She hated the looks she gave to her men when outfitting them. She'd be damned if some two-bit day worker stole one of her men. No... best to quell that long before it was a problem. As the tailor finished pieces she handed them to Malleus, fitted boxers first, then pants, then turtle neck, then jacket, the belt with large buckle and then floating coat with hood next. Though they would take a while to complete individually they would allow the man to dress as he saw fit.

Still talking. Was this just the day of overly talkative men? Apparently she should acknowledge herself as a creature of lust and she needed to use it to get the best results from it. Yes, that made plenty of sense, but she still didn't like it as an idea. In fact, she audibly scoffed. It probably didn't help that it was likened to exercise, nor did it help at all that she was still quite picky as such a creature and had no intention of using herself on someone she had no interest in. Was there some other way of utilizing such a skill? One that would allow her to retain the level of picky she was? Obviously she didn't mind doing such things, but she still wasn't interested in any and every man she saw.... she hated the idea of giving any part of herself to someone lowly or unworthy. She wanted only what she wanted and only wanted to truly share herself with a person she wanted to share herself with... whether they wanted her or not! She quietly thought these things over, with absolute level of random disgust shifting about her face as she considered the potential of bedding some random greek hero just to keep him from messing up her plans. What if she didn't like him that much? Would it be worth it just to kill him? This would all be a lot easier if she knew what he looked like... she could decide pretty easily if she'd do such a thing then. Ugh... Izou said he was like 8 feet tall, but like... what about hair, eyes, muscles... any of the things she'd actually care about? Kolin was suddenly holding the bridge of her nose.... she hated thinking this much, it was going to give her headache.

[Bloodedge]

While Kolin silently worked her way toward her next headache, Malleus received clothes article by article. He certainly wasn't going to don them manually like some plebian; they were mystically relocated onto his person where they fit best. Whatever this 'silk' Kolin spoke of was, it was of no consequence to Malleus. He donned everything in the most offhanded manner while keeping his mind linked to Kolin's. He knew she took no issue actually utilizing her powers of Lust, but she was a strangely picky individual to have developed such powers in the first place. How? How could such specific showings of sin have resulted in the Void embodying said sin through a person? Even devils tended to totally embody something before being spawned, yet this mortal was essentially a little girl with a crush and a few childish desires. Well, it wasn't as if even Malleus could question the Void; he could only question Kolin herself. "Make your decision. Either you will embody the sin and become one with the Void through harnessing its essence, or you will rely on your mortal wiles and... eventually be consumed by the Void in a different way. What will you do, little Witch?"

[Apollymi]

Soon enough the talkative demon was dressed. Kolin had to admit, this was pretty decent work. He looked exactly like what he was to her... an advisor mage with some strange connection to the abyss. How nice... he didn't hit any of her type markers but he wasn't a bad looking guy or anything. She at least appreciated the quality of his visage in this way, she asked him a question aloud, "Are you a shoes guy? Or are you float off the ground and pretend you're walking guy?" she asked, she needed to know his shoe size if she was to fit him and get him socks or whatever else he wished to wear with his clothing. Such things were to be decided before the shooed away the tailor with a happy smile at the suppression of her personality.

Oh, but they were also still talking about her, huh? He had a really in-depth understanding of how her mind worked. Was he connected to her so deeply that he understood her? If he did why wasn't he offering a better solution to her potential problem than something as simple as accept it or don't. Ugh... what kind of advice was that... "I'm a woman. If there is one thing I am allowed to be in my entire life, it's fucking picky." She mentioned. She'd been known to spread her attentions around, attract attention to herself through whatever means she had while not actually paying attention to whoever came running. But that was her way, she had no real desire to follow through with those who didn't fit her desires. It wasn't even just her physical desire for a singular type of man, she just wasn't about to take a bad lay, to a subpar male. Hell as it stood she was still regretting that crazed Lot go, just to stick it to a boy with no dick... She was done with regrettable decisions. What she wanted was control, over someone else gotten through the means she wanted to use them. "I'll do what I was always going to do... what I want." Kolin stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world. So how would Lust be manifested by this woman, well, the answer was strange. Through her 'mortal wiles' if she didn't wish to use her body to channel her Lust and gain control over the bodies of men. Well, she'd use the bodies of someone they lusted after to gain control of their hearts and minds. Desire was desire after all, right? Then she wouldn't have to give up anything, and if she decided she wanted to sleep with them that was still her own choice, right? That way, she could exhaust her desires on men she actually liked and gorge herself on her known positive experiences and forego any future negative experiences while stringing along whatever individual she wanted. Yep, that sounded about right... that felt like her.

[Bloodedge]

Shoes? This woman questioned shoes, but presently wore none herself. No matter; the visual quality of this ensemble was rubbish as it was. Bare feet to go along with so many layers simply felt... strange. "Shoes will do," was all he had to say about footwear and the like. Now then, what would be Kolin's ultimate decision? He could follow her emotional state as it changed, but where would it settle when her thought process reached its end? She claimed the one thing she was allowed to be, as a woman, was picky. What strange notions of gender these creatures had. More importantly, there was an odd reality to how they perceived abyssal powers. "Picky? That is irrelevant," he spoke. "A true Beast of Lust could enslave mortal armies with a glance, using only an empty promise. Your actions are weak, and your promises are weaker. No path to victory is the same path as other conquests; some require different... muscles. Hopefully your infantile mind can fathom at least that much."

She would do what she wanted. That much was a given, but unless she could consolidate her own desires, this was going to become a bore in due time. Malleus couldn't be having that. Ah, but he could at least see what became of this. Kolin's current emotional state implied at least some amount of rationality, which would perhaps translate to an exhilarating outcome. He would see for himself when the one called Heracles was dealt with, but until then... he would remain interested in watching, feeling the gears turn in this human's fragile little mind.

[Apollymi]

"Size?" was the follow up to Kolin's question, it was aimed at the girl with the dead eyes. She turned back to the man again with the measuring tape and took the size of his feet into consideration. She then paused and for the first time she spoke. And just like her movements her voice held no real tone. "Size 13" she said as if it made the most sense in the world. Kolin looked over at one of the other people in this room and gave a casual wave. "Some black dress shoes, size 13, gold trim. Knob toes." And just like that some other half-naked man ran off to retrieve the article of clothing. He'd come back with the shoes and place them before the demon around the same time that the tailor offered him a pair of silk socks fitted to his feet. All was good in the world, he could complete his look in peace.

The words he gave there after, were ones which made Kolin think again. A Beast of Lust that could turn armies with a glance and empty promises. She'd seen one of those before, right? When affected by her madness in the Kingdom of Zuria... that sorceress in the anti-magic circle had easily taken hold of all of her knights even Lot without having to move at all. Was she some sort of Lust based creature? That would have made sense, but why would someone who wanted to be lusted after be so fucking flat-chested? Besides that she couldn't imagine an immortal flat-chested girl actually having sex with anyone... who would even choose that? Did it matter that she's seen every knight in her employ choose that? No, not at all, obviously it was just some sort of sorcery her ego couldn't remain in tact if she actually thought that flat-chested girl got more attention than her. Well... that was fine too, she'd kept Arthur's attention during that... so obviously such a power wasn't infallible. Besides that she was using magic to suppress her being, obviously she had some aspect of pickiness to her too, she didn't just want to attract everyone... hell she looked like she hated the idea of bedding Lot. What did Nerys call it? A condition of her being... something she simply was? Yeah, something about her was just magically attractive, that was all. She obviously wasn't a creature of Lust or a Beast of one. That didn't make sense to her at all. No. That had to be something else right? Still, if she could manage something like that against holy knights, she could probably tame a hero of old. That made sense.

[Bloodedge]

And so, Malleus would receive shoes to wear while inhabiting this world of mediocrity. Silk socks and some fancy footwear were placed before the devil, actually seeming in-line with what some of his kind would have donned anyway. They would be treated as the other articles had been─ magically moved from their location onto his body, completing the look at long last. Why did these lesser creatures spend so much time crafting things to cover themselves with? Well, at least it was over now.

Kolin's mind continued processing this and that, yet an answer never truly came. If she spent this much time executing her next plan instead of harping over the reasons behind previous failures, perhaps she never would have contracted herself to a devil. It was done now, and there was no turning back. All paths led to a single eventuality, leaving the only wonder as... how much strife would occur between points A and B? That was the only decision left to the woman's choice, whether she knew and accepted the fact or not. "I will take your silent contemplation as understanding," Malleus said. He didn't intend to stand around all day and explain the reality of this woman's own potential to her, but he felt something would soon register in even her feeble mind. Was he a clairvoyant being? Likely not, though that didn't matter. It was easy for him to understand that the one called Heracles, even being a Hero as this world saw them now, was a pitiful little toy when laid bare before Sin.

[Apollymi]

Quietly contemplation was indeed now a part of Kolin's thought process. She watched as this man finally finished dressing. It was a good look, actually, he was exactly the sort of well put together man that she'd keep on hand. He did have a pretty nice dick too... Oh well, he was here for an advisory purposes and she had plenty of men around to make it with in the meantime when she felt like it. Hell, there was even Jason who'd show up eventually! Whoops, where did that thought come from. She didn't care if Jason showed up ever. Well, even calm she was lying to herself about something... or maybe it wasn't that at all, maybe she really didn't understand what she thought about Jason. Yeah, that definitely needed no extra thought... concentration.

"I'm going on a walk," without acknowledging anything she'd been told, she went back to her room. She picked up a cloak, mostly because she didn't truly want to be interrupted between the start of her walk and the end of it. Oh, but he said she was a creature of Lust... none of her clothes were enchanted... what would this mean for her? Attention. Absolute amounts of attention. How interesting. Men were abandoning whores, calling out to her... but not specifically. They were using pet names, strange names calling out for their beloved ladies even turning away from other ladies. How interesting. She was being lusted after, but... it sounded more like love and adoration. This was what she wanted. Hm... such a strange thing this power was, affecting the whole of people without her having to do much of anything. Using it would keep her from going mad right? So... maybe she'd try and seduce Heracles. If it worked out, she'd get a new pet. If she died... she'd simply take her new face and try again. Such was her way after all. She abandoned throngs of desirous males who'd turn their frustrations back on the women they'd recently tried to abandon and walked out into the sands. She'd find this hero somewhere nearby right?

[Bloodedge]

A walk, she said. That was an interesting way to phrase it, leaving Malleus behind with only an impish grin upon his countenance. This was going to be something worth observing. He would watch from the confines of this palace, but he would do so intently... for he was only truly connected to the one known as Kujaku Mai. Competent utilization of her abilities would make her endeavor the simplest of matters. Otherwise, she could set herself up for being the entertainment of Malleus in a different way. No matter what she chose, the future was bright... for devils.

True enough, the end of Kolin's path would lead to the Berserker, Heracles. He truly was over eight feet tall, matching his local description as the "black giant" of the desert. He was constantly under the influence of Mad Enhancement, fully embodying the identity of a monster. Wood and stone flew about in the area surrounding him; they were mere aftereffects of the carnage he caused. Some poor travelers who thought to make their own way through the desert via makeshift vessels had become naught but red paint for the sands, and war paint for Heracles' colossal form. What was his current target, though? The mast of a more suitable desert ship was treated as a mere club in his hand, and it would be the weapon he used to pummel Dis' outer wall. That blasted city was in his way, and he knew there were targets of his wild murder spree within.