10593/Sibling Rivalry

Sibling Rivalry
Date of Scene:	28 March 2022
Location:	Tavern on the Green, Central Park, Manhattan - Little Italy - Long Island.
Synopsis:	Daimon and Satana reunite, and it feels so bad.
Cast of Characters:	Daimon Hellstrom, Satana Hellstrom

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Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Tavern on the Green, Central Park, Manhattan https://www.tavernonthegreen.com/ . Midday, lunch crowd. Bright sunlight streaks through the trees and many of the patrons are seated upon the patio. While there are still (half the number) inside. So, roughly 50 patrons and 50 restaurant staff scattered about (kitchens, servers, management, hostesses (not the fruit pies).

    The peace, flow, and serenity is suddenly disrupted by a ruckus that explodes from an infernal portal that is ripped open by one of the twin combatants. Two men, appearing exactly the same, are lurched through the portal and striking the middle of the patio where they skip off tables, chairs, people, and then get split up from their grappling as they strike the patio floor. They roll, and careen, and collide with other tables and patrons. It becomes a complete cluster of chaos. People scream and begin to scatter (but they are normals and do not move as fast as powered people).

    Getting to their feet, the two men square off with one another with a table between them. They snarl, their features demonic in nature with horns, a bit of flame around their eyes, and a pentagram on their shirtless chests.

    The one on the right says, "DEMON! I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR SHOULDERS AND BANISH YOUR BODY BACK TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!"

    The other says, "NO DEMON, YOU WILL FALL BY MY HAND AND YOUR ESSENCE SCATTERED ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE!"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     While Satana has slowly put together a nefarious plan here or there, Earth does have some delights that she enjoys partaking in. As much as those on this mortal plane would love to think that it's all carnal lust and beyond, sometimes gustatory delights are more pleasing to the senses. Lunch paired with her second Sauvignon Blanc, Satana was hoping to enjoy her afternoon and then perhaps return home for some infernal study.

     Plans may have changed.

     At first, being on the edge of the rumble between the two Daimons, she sort of hopes she can finish her meal and be on her way. Whichever one lives can now be her brother, or maybe she'll luck out and they'll decapitate one another and she can be the only child she's always dreamed of being (It's not about the attention! Maybe! Mostly.)

     As patrons scramble, her table is jostled and- oh, there goes the creme brulee she'd been dreaming about, all over the floor. The pleasant-looking young woman in a v-neck sweater rises and sheds that form, shaking out silver hair and stretching as horns erupt, curling ramlike to frame her face. There's a smell of brimstone and cinnamon, and she interlaces her fingers and gives her knuckles a crack, "Boys, boys. How about I kill both of you? Would that help?" she asks, rising into the air, soulfire curling at her fingertips as she gears up to throw it.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    A millisecond before they returned to the thrashing and grappling, the two Daimons are interrupted by the voice of the 'sister'. They both quickly look her way and BOTH exclaim at the same time, "SATANA!?!?"

    The one on (Satana's) left says, "Sister, aid me in dispatching this imposter, this demon back to Hell!"

    he one on (Satana's) right exclaims, "NO, he is the imposter. This demon has interrupted and obstructed my actions for the last time! Aid me, that we may dispatch him together!"

    True Sight, Demon Sight, Magic Sight, Second Sight, Mind Sight, Sibling Sight, or whatever magical sight that Satana may possess will show her that the one on her right is the true Daimon. Or at least he appears as such. His 'infernal strength' is weaker than the one one the left. It should also be noted that neither carry the Trident.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Yeah, hi, idiots," she says, the fire swirling around her hand like an agitated serpent. The light bounces off of her features, making her look a little more annoyed than she may be... but it's close. Just mood lighting. "You made me miss my lunch. Now I'll have to have something else to eat. Who should I start with? I promise it'll be pleasant," she says, looking from one to the other. Hopefully one of them will be mildly repulsed by this to aid in her confirmation, but she's fairly sure that the leftmost of the two is her future snack.

     Otherwise it might get awkward.

     She throws her fire towards the stronger individual, hoping to knock him back. The lack of Trident is worrying. If anyone should have it, she has to admit it should probably be Daimon.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana's attack strikes the left Daimon. Expecting that he is the true target. When she does, she will see a flash of his true form http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/damimp.htm before recovering in mid fall as his Daimon form.

    The other Daimon leaps toward the downed Daimon. Claws and fangs to bare. He leaps atop the other Daimon and begins clawing and punching the 'faux' version of himself. The growling becomes a roar of anger.

    One thing that should be noted by Satana, she may spot a mark on the 'top' Daimon's back. There's a broken blade of black metal (magical) sticking out of his upper back. It appears to have been a means to limit his abilities, may be limiting his connection with the trident. It acts as an inhibitor of some sort.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Aha! She was right, that's a good feeling.

     Always fun to watch her brother beat on someone else, provided she's not on the receiving end. And she does love a show, but she also has some degree of family pride. While Daimon is getting his rage out on the imposter, Satana casually floats up and prods at the metal embedded in him.

     If it doesn't zap her, she'll reach in quickly to attempt to pull it out. Not exactly gentle, but curiosity seems to fuel her just as much as her hunger for power.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    The demon is quickly made into a bloody, half conscious rendention of himself as Daimon lets up on the beating for a few seconds to take a breather. He snarls while crouched over the doppelganger. Giving Satana time to prod, and then pull the broken blade from Daimon's back. He glances over with a grimace of pain. "You could have warned me."

    Within seconds the hole where the blade was begins to seal. He looks back down to the groaning demon on the ground who shifts back to his natural, red form.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Hey, I got it out! Seeeee?" she asks, holding the item between thumb and forefinger, bloody but present. "You're fine," she says, giving he healing area a wet, bloody pat pat. "What are we planning on doing with this particular demon?" she asks, sort of looking around to see if any other desserts survived.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    The patrons of the area have scattered to a 'safe' distance. Peeking around corners, hiding behind columns, behind tipped tables, counters, and trees. Most have camera phones.

    Daimon clutches the demon with his left hand, then he stands while lifting the demon by his throat. His right hand reaches outward and his trident is summoned. He states, "I will dispatch him, of course. Thank you for your assistance."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Do NOT leave me here on cleanup for long," she growls right back. "Anyone filming is in danger of losing their immortal soul. Or at least their phone. " she says, looking back to her brother. Assistance, REALLY?!

     "You're not.. in town, are you?" she asks carefully, thinking about her own city hotel home. "Just passing through, I'd guess..." she says as she watches the demon in her brother's grip, having pocketed the blade.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    There's little hesitation as Daimon rams the tree pronged trident into the chest of the demon. The demon roars in pain but just as quickly as it happens, the demon bursts into hellfire and is no more.

    Daimon then turns to his loving sister, then glances around at the various persons afoot. He states, "Come, sister. Let us leave these mortals to their business." He shifts the trident to his left hand and will offer his right elbow for her to take, essentially turning his back to the crowd and focusing their line of departure. He remains shirtless, his pentagram still glows, as do both of his eyes. His pants are tattered, yet still maintain CCA approval ratings. And his demon leather boots are amazing. "Shall we?" he asks.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Problem solved! But a new problem has been made. Daimon, always so formal. She rolls her eyes but acquiesces, taking his arm as if they were royalty strolling about their kingdom. And about half of that sentence is accurate.

     "Yes, yes, where are you thinking? PLEASE not back to Hell right now, I was just down there a month ago and it made my sense of time completely evaporate." She keeps her form, so as not to be shown up by him, but her attire seems to be all black and red leather at this point, warding off the cold, except for her cleavage. Gotta keep that out, it's practically Hellish law!

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    He walks just as she imagines. Regal, formal, as if he is truly the lord over all that is seen and unseen. He states in his baritone voice, "Oh no, not to Hell for you. I was thinking Little Italy for Tiramisu. I suspect you missed out on dessert. And I know this little place, hidden away. Unless you have other plans. Of which, I will not threaten you with captivity within mine, or our father's realms. You are free to go and come as you please. But, it has been a bit, and much we should catch up on."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Oh! Well I'd like that very much," she says, happier now that she didn't let him get murdered. "Yes, I'd love some tiramisu, I do always like sweet treats. There's plenty to eat, in the city," she says with a bit of a smirk. "Sometimes too much. Some with such amounts of sin heaped upon them that it's almost like binging at times," she says. "My only plan was studying for tonight, so you're not taking me away from anything but my growing collection of literature."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    "Definitely not. It is good to know you are studying - something, if not anything." he states with a slight smile crossing his lips. He's over educated, a scholar/sage/professor. And finds glee with knowing that she is learning more than something that is directly taught to her by their shared father. He asks, "Have you a place to live?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I do, but nothing owned. Just renting for the moment, haven't found anything I've wanted to commit to- in any sense," Satana says. "And I like my studies, it's a nice way to wind down after hunting," she says. "But more importantly, what have you been up to? I didn't expect to see you coming back like that, though I do always suspect that however you come back into my life, it will be with a serious case of no shirt," she teases.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Daimon sees that they are far enough into the park that they would go unnoticed other than he's a shirtless guy. His eyes and pentagram have dimmed and are no longer aflame. He stops and turns toward Satana. He looks /into/ her with his soul skimming ability. Sensing her current nature and intentions. He seems to see what he hoped to see and he states, "Then you should join me in my new home. I had a place built on Long Island. It has land, stables for the demon horses, a Necromanteion, and a room just for you - in anticipation of your return to the Earthly plane. And, in hopes that you weren't trying to kill me."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     She's been prone to a little partying now and again while here, but it seems like she hasn't gotten into any big trouble. Recently, at least. She does perk up at the notion of horses. She does like making an entrance on something big and fiery. "I could take a look at the place," she says, trying not to be overly committal. "But I like to be independent. Or try to be. I was under Father's control for longer than I'd like. I'm not looking to trade that in to be under your control," she warns. "But if I'll be allowed to still belong to myself while living there... it doesn't hurt to take a peek," she says.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Daimon chuckles a bit at the remarks and states, "I do not lay claim to you. You are my sister. Not my servant or my property. I only offer a place to stay, come, go as you please, a place to study. Additionally, I brought our library of tomes from Fire Lake as I have claimed this home, warded, guarded, and made it my own. I have hopes of finding Issac (The Gargoyle) and resuming my supernatural investigations in the tri-state area. As it seems it's become a hotspot of preternatural events. Additionally, I have plenty of space."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Maybe my former company has been a bit... possessive?" she says, half making a joke. "I have actually run into another paranormal investigator who seems to have a lineage not too far off of our own. Immune to my charm, if you can believe it!" she says, pouting just a little. "But you make a good case. I like the organization you've put together," she admits to him as they stroll towards dessert. "Maybe having something a bit more focused to do would prove rewarding. I haven't been able to do so yet."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Daimon states, "Then it's settled. I'll take you there after Little Italy." and then he chants a few words and the two are infernally teleported across town to Little Italy where he will take her to the restaurant he mentioned before.