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Creaking loudly like a dying animals groan the colossal, ashen gates opened, a lone figure exiting. Walking along the burning stone he turned to look back at his home, the Hellfire Castle resplendent in its blazing glory as it towered up to the very cavern ceiling of Hell. Chuckling slightly at the sight of several imps flying cheerfully around the castle spires Taur Caliso, wielder of the Gauntlet- Legendary, a relic from aeons past, only allowing one user to take command of it- began to walk off once more, whistling.

His blood red coat form fitting and stronger than dragon scales while his black trousers were loose and causal, the heavy yet well worn boots he wore clumped against the burning surface he walked on. Taur ran a large hand through his short hair, sighing as he did so. So much had been happening recently, what with a newer kingdom forming a short distance outside his own and his friend Nox being a general pain in the ass as always, he'd barely gotten any time to himself. But at least his head maid had allowed him to leave the castle for today, saying something about 'overworked' and even throwing in 'have fun' two phrases that he had never heard uttered from her lips.

Standing at an even six foot six with a large frame that would make most rugby players jealous Taur was imposing, dark brown fur covering his body in a thin coat while his whip like tail seemed strangely long, adapted to hitting aside things- trucks for instance, though that's a different story all together. A literal beefcake the Demon didn't just have next to impeccable muscles, toned and strong, he was also an Anthro bull, something of a rarity where he lived. However he wasn't an herbivore, his shell was merely the shape of one (his appetite the same as any Demonic being) and as such he often got funny looks for wearing a leather like jacket.

"Fuck this, I can't be bothered to walk any further," he muttered in his deep voice. Taking his jacket off he tossed it aside and watched as the fabric incinerated into glowing embers that dispersed on the hot thermal wind. Sighing he rolled his shoulders and took in a few breaths. Fire exploded from his back in violent streams as it rushed and howled, twisting and writhing. Rolling his dark hazel eyes and focusing the flames condensed and shaped into large bat-like wings that shone from within, smoking slightly. Grinning his legs bent, wings sweeping the floor before he jumped, feeling the ground crack underneath him from the strain before he shot up.

A loud explosion and the feeling of hitting something let Taur knew he broke the sound barrier, wings beating heavily as each stroke through the air catapulted him faster," fuck yeah!" He whooped, Gauntlet glowing a little from his emotional buzz as its main gemstone shimmered like a miniature sun. Below him the Bovine Demon could see the endless cave like world of Hell, its almost elegant obsidian spires twisting into the sulphuric sky and the vast mountains as they towered high above the craggy ground, peaks dusted with dark soot. Laughing as he beheld his world he was brought out of the reverie by his stomach literally growling, making him wince. Wanting to use his free day to fly and relax the Demon had skipped his breakfast, and thanks to the high calorie use when flying he was running on fumes. Trying to ignore his complaining gut Taur gave in when he caught the faint smell of rich cooking meat and what was possibly pancakes.

"Oh sweet, sweet sustenance," he grinned as his massive wings closed tightly around him. The momentum he had kept him going for a few mere moments before gravity took control and pulled him down, air rushing and whistling around him as his horns went strangely cold from the sharp wind.

Focused on the unforgiving ground beneath him Taur took a few breaths while he was able and opened his wings. It felt like his chest and wings had been soaked in acid: straining to keep him from splattering the stone beneath him as the displaced air rushed out from under him and blew ash and dirt out from under his feet. Groaning in protest at the dull throb of his body Taur dispersed his wings and reached out. His trademark jacket formed from the surrounding heat and power, clean and neat as he pulled it on, his Gauntlet somehow fitting through the sleeve.

Nodding the Demon grinned at the sight before him, a thriving mega-complex consisting of stores, apartments and gyms, even pools that had real water- not cheap in the neighbourhood. Reaching into his pocket the man got out his wallet (real snake skin) and pulled out the currency, Gald. One Gald was said to be able to buy a planet, by the lower species. But here it was able to buy him some breakfast, a far more important task.

Whistling softly as he began to walk through the air conditioned building, hand clutching his meal ticket, Taur was mercifully spared the knowledge of someone watching him, waiting and ready.

Inside a tantalizing mix of flashing lights and music, chilled drinks and heated food all called to him as he wandered from store to store, looking for something to eat and something to do. Coming across a nice enough looking store the Demon sat down at one of the tables, enjoying the pleasant chatter around him as he took s breath of the scent laden air. Soon enough one of the quite attractive maids walked over, giggling as she handed him a menu," well hello there, sir, how can I help you today?" She ashed him. Dressed in the usual uniform of a French maid her hair was tied back, icy cold skin shimmering slightly as her tail twitched.

As Taur chuckled, looking through the various selections of food he could buy, he decided on a classic fry up and a large mug of fresh coffee," do you accept Gald coins here or is it credit here?" He asked.

"G-Gald is accepted here," the maid stammered as another of the workers placed his order on the table," though isn't it, well, Royal pay?" She asked. Commonly referred to as the Kings Coin, Gald was from the Old Kingdom when Ragnarok still lived, the fall of such a world meant its currency was now impossibly rare and as such was reserved for Royalty only.

"Yeah, it is. Say, you haven't seen a dog-girl with blonde hair, cute features," he went slightly red as he thought of her," soft skin, knockout figure..." he trailed off until he shook his head," sorry for that." Handing over the pay for his meal Taur took a bite of the bacon and sighed in satisfaction.

Giggling a little she took the offered money," sorry sir, I haven't." Moving off to deal with other orders the female skipped slightly at having a literal fortune in her hands, Taur left pondering as he stabbed his food. Eating away the Bovine sighed softly in satisfaction at the crisp bacon and juicy sausage, the way the tomato still burst across his tongue after being fried and how the egg was firm and tasty. Sipping the potent, earthy coffee he'd ordered Taur mused about going to the local arcade for some fun- there was nothing really like wack-a-zombie to take the edge of stress off.

Leaving a tip for the maids he left, whistling as he clicked his fingers at the beat in his head, the growling hunger in his belly assuaged by the delectable meal. Someone brushed past him, dressed in dark clothing- a common sight in the Underworld, where'd you think the gothic style came from? Needless to say Taur felt it was rude and opened his mouth to voice his opinion, freezing as he felt something was missing.

His wallet

He had just been robbed by a pickpocket.

Shaking his head the Bovine scowled," oh no ya don't!" Giving chase he began to approach the figure, coughing as they shot off from a dead stop right into a sprint. Gritting his teeth the Demon increased his muscle mass and kept up, just behind the figure in their cloak and hood. Pushing himself further he imagined the figure as Nox, cackling as he tackled, pinning down the figure.

Hands on their shoulders he growled, yanking away the thieves hood," ok bub, lets see who was stupid enough too- oh dayum!" Underneath him, wriggling and struggling was a young woman, no older than nineteen. She had delicate features, piercing blue eyes glaring up at the bull while her sharp white teeth were bared. The snow leopard had dark rings along her form, whiskers twitching as her slender figure squirmed under him.

Going limp she gave in, for now, trapped under the mass of muscle and bone. It didn't stop her, however, from growling and rattling off profanities that couldn't be printed down. As pale as the persons fur beneath him, Taur took a few breaths and huffed, the swears making even HE a little upset," hey, you took my wallet."

"Liar, I did no such-" the woman was cut off as Taur opened his hand. The snake-skin wallet shot from her cloak, settling neatly in his palm," ok so I did. Can you tell me why its a bad thing? Demonic beings steal all the time."

"True, but not from me," he said seriously as he stood up, holding a hand out to her," c'mon, get up, I need more coffee." Hesitantly and with a scowl she took his hand, trying not to cry out as she was yanked upward, her shoulder burning. The rather odd pair walked over to a coffee stall, Taur paying for the both of them, both coffee and blueberry muffins hot and sweet smelling. She tore into the food ravenously, as if she hadn't eaten in days.

Hitting him like a ton of shit bricks, Taur realized she might not have.

Though immortal and having no need to eat, Demonic beings still desired food, it was a trait they had developed after prolonged exposure to sacrifices and offerings in their favour. As such they could spend an eternity without food, but it was torture for they still felt hunger and the effects of starvation. The snow leopard coughed, trying to eat too much to quickly, Taur patting her back," hey, easy kid." Glaring she took a few breaths and sipped some coffee to wash down the rogue muffin, sharp gaze feeling like it was drilling into the side of his head," if there was an Olympic medal for death stares, you'd win gold. Maybe silver actually, the head maid can be pretty terrifying too. Whats your name?"

He asked her, waiting patiently as she finished the last dregs of her drink before hrowing the cup into a nearby bin," my name is Sun?r?fu. It means-"

Taur smiled," Snow Leaf. Nice name. I'm Taur."

Sun?r?fu scowled," I know your name, bull. You own that big fancy castle out in the mountains." She spat, teeth bared slightly. Chuckling he nodded. It was certainly strange, even to him. Here he was, sat with the very same person who had moments before, robbed him. And now they were sat down and drinking coffee, talking as calm and as casual as he would be with his friends. Maybe it was because she was daring enough to attempt robbery on him, not many wished to tangle with what many assumed to be a walking mountain.

Huffing the female stood and brushed down her clothing," I'm going. Thanks for the food, but I gotta go steal from someone else." As she began to walk off Taur- by some strange instinct- grabbed her wrist," hey, I said I'm leaving, let go!" She yanked, wincing as his grip kept her from going, the bulls face one of concentration.

Standing up, he towered above the girl," hey, Suno, why don't you come live at my 'big, fancy castle'? Its too big anyways, even with the staff its nearly always empty." He offered. It caught the girl off guard, both the nickname and offer to live there. Who did he think he was, offering her such an obvious lie. As if sensing what she was thinking Taur chuckled," and don't worry, I swear on my Hellfire Gauntlet that I'm tellin the truth. K?" Releasing her he offered a hand to shake. Weighing up her options Suno nodded, her tiny hand fitting in the baseball sized fist of her new... friend.