to end the war;; 1x1w/ trots

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hello. this is a one x one roleplay between trots and I.
we simply ask you to please do not post unless you are a mod.
thank you for the understanding!
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hair col. d. chocolate
hair sty. heckin' messy
eye col. yell w/ golden flecks
wing span nine ft
weight hundred & thirty lb.
height five foot eleven
build slim,musclar

name Aero
gender male
d. age hundred and five
h. age twenty one
born/trans born
hell posit. king of hell
crush/wife none/none

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pet 2 cyberious
mother dead
father missing
brother zagan
sister alice
detailed history click me
personality flirtious/rebelli
ous/stubborn/laid back/easily
tempered/observes
over thinks/clever
cunny/quick on feet
face claim Rob James Collier

m. name Lucian
l. Name Matvei
bloodline Satan's
likes food, being alone
likes sleeping, nature
dislikes loud noises, night
dislikes mares, rudeness
power 1 teleportation
powers 2 summoning
weapon flame tip
broad sword
pet 1 Shadow Horse

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alicia meyers
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Name: Alicia Meyers
Age: 20
Gender: female
Birthday: April 9th
Sign: Aries
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 150
Hair: always brushed down, caramel brown
Eye color: Green
Sexuality: Straight
Build: Very shapely. Large yet nice thighs.
Large bust and small waist. Good hip size.
Skin tone: white/tan
Orientation: British/American
Mother: Marianne
Father: Alexander IIII
Siblings: none
Crush: secret heheh
Relationship: eh

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Day before-
xxxx“Sir?” A voice spoke up. An old man, supposedly between the ages of sixty and seventy, bowed the upper half of his body. With such movement, another voice spoke up. “Any words on my father’s disappearance?” He asked. The man flinched at the voice’s question. ”No, sir. I-“ “Then why are you disturbing my dinner?” The voice snapped. “Your Majesty, I received a letter from the other side. They offer to make peace.” The man replied. The man glanced up to where the voice came from, which is in within his early twenties. The man was dressed in a royal outfit, which was a black suit, and a cape that drapes over his shoulder. It had the royal family’s crest on it, and a gold chain that wraps around his shoulders to the back. He usually wears gloves, but they currently rest on the table for dinner. “A peace? They wish to make peace, now?” He questioned, his golden gaze narrowed at the man. “I have the letter here in my hand, sir, for you look over.” He stated. The man walked over to his king, and set the letter on the table, before bowing and leave. The man was now alone with a young sister sitting next to him. “Alice, please eat.” He murmured. His sister, Alice, shook her head in response and poked her food. “Alice, please.” The man whined once more. “If you do, I’ll get anything you want.” He offered. “A pony?” She questioned. The man sighed before cracking a grin. “Yes, I’ll get one if you finish all of that.” He replied. “Even the veggies?’ she whined, poking it. “If not, then I suppose you won’t have a pony.”
xxxxWithin an hour, the king and his young sister were finished. He had one of the maids have his sister bathed and placed to bed. Keeping to his word, he also had one of the people bring a pony in for his sister. A small one for her to ride. Now sitting in his office once was his father, his gaze flicked up to his father’s portrait. A man with white hair pushed back, and a white beard stared back at his son. The two both had the same outfit, only thing is, one is a portrait and the other isn’t. The new king sighed and rubbed his forehead, a memory floating up in his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, as he remembered his father sitting on the throne, all serious. “Right...” He murmured. He must be serious, which means he must think about this peace treaty. The king picked up the letter off his desk, and reopen it, reading over it once more. “King Aero. This war has been going on for centuries, one that started with the very first royal in your bloodline, King Satan. I believe it is time we bring this to the end. We offer a proposal. One of our angel, a female, has offered to give her life up to marry you, King Aero. In return, you call your troops back, and we will call ours. If the marriage happens to be a fail, we will return to war. This happens to be the only way suited from our Lord. He suggested to bring both sides, and we suppose that will be the best. Reply as fast you can, King Aero. Your people are on the line.” Aero sighed and flopped the letter on the desk. He folded his hands and looked outside. Outside held the eternal night with the stars out. On the ground, large blue flowers are sprouted throughout the largest city, which emitted light. When human touches it, it folds away. The city was lit up with lanterns and street lights. Aero sighed and frowned. Another memory floated up, but the young king shook his head and stood up, fixing his outfit for a moment. He then walked to the door, and out it, his shoes clicking against the wood flooring.
xxxxThe king entered his room and kicked off his shoes. With yet another frustrating sigh escaping his mouth, the king got himself ready for a shower, which he used the time to think over the peace treaty. When he was done, he got ready for bed and fell asleep after restless hours of thinking yet again.

Today, early morning –
xxxxAero woke up rather early before his servants as well his sister was up. The young king got dressed in his royal outfit for his morning outing and left the castle quietly as he could. The king is usually driven in a fancy car, but this king refuses for such thing. Instead, he used his few powers he has since birth. Teleportation is one. Which the king happened to use to get to his location faster. His gaze landed on a building, a large building that had a sign stated, “military infirmary”. Aero walked in, and walked around, helping with the nursing part. He is a cold king as an appearance, but the demon king is rather very kind person. Sometimes. Once he was finished, he left the place, last night thought came into mind to bother him. The king walked down the streets, thinking as the street lights flickered to a brighter tone to symbolize "the sun". AS he walked and thought, he managed to stop and help several other demons with their homes and shops. They all thanked him and even offered him to something but he refused. Unfortunately, he must be careful. It has been known for the kings to be poisoned by their foods, and he rather live for quite a while.
xxxx It was not long until the King decided to return to the castle. Upon doing so, he was greeted by his sister, who finished her breakfast. Aero picked up his six-year-old sibling and carried her on his back to his office, as she chatted his ear off about what happened while he was gone. When they got in office, he placed her on the ground and she ran around his office, touching everything. "Please, Alice, do not go and touch everything." He asked, and Alice gave a nod. The moment he turned to go to his desk, she went back to touch everything. Aero, on the other hand, went to his desk and sat down. He pulled out a pen and some paper, before writing a letter to address last night's. "If it must be done, so be it. Unfortunately, I cannot leave my side unless my sister is with me. I must ask for the angel come here. If you feel unsure about this, bring guards. She will be welcome to the castle. I'll have my brother wait for her." When he was finished, he had the letter delivered to the Angel side. Within moments, he got up, swept Alice into his arms and carried her outside to the stables. Several horses whinnied at him. He took his sister to the last stall and had her go in. Within seconds, a small excited squeal reached his ears as Alice was jumping around with a small pony. She looked at her brother and gave him the biggest grin ever. With that, he had a maid stay with her as she played with her new friend. Aero, on the other hand, went inside yet again to receive yet another letter stating that the deal has been done. When Aero read the letter, he had one of the head guards pull the troops back and have his brother wait at the hell's gate to escort the angel to his home, no their home. the guard nodded and left quickly to spread the word.
xxxxLeft alone, Aero gave a small thought about this. He felt unsure. He felt that this is a trap. For now, the demon will have to keep his guard up. Not until he knows truly that they mean no harm, and just want to end the war. Aero stood by the large window that overlooks his city, and stared out it. He watches the city become lively once more. One thing that sticks out, why now? Why didn't they end the war earlier than him?

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Two Days Prier

Heels clapped against the hardwood floor as the semi-short, young woman passed through other Angels in the hall. Her posture could be considered perfect. As a child of Angel Royalty, before being able to speak, you are taught to walk correctly. This determines your place and how you present yourself to others. Looking weak was not acceptable there. If this was caused to be an issue, you would immediately be disowned. Anyhow, the girl had been summoned to her Mother, Marianne Meyers. She was the Queen of the Angels. There was a large wooden door painted white at the end of the hall. It didn't take to long for her to reach it. Along the door there was designs carved over it. Beautiful carvings indeed. Stories. All the walls and doors had hidden stories. This one was her favorite. It was a story of a girl. 'Mother Nature' you could say. The girl would leave everything and anyone... just to be with nature. There was a brutal battle between the girl and her people... before the girl simply quit. She sorrowed her loss in the nature surrounding her. The girl would soon die in the story... and reincarnate into a tree. This tree would help whoever needed it, but only the ones who believed nature was just as important as love.
"Alicia Meyers. Hurry up for goodness sake!" "I'm coming Mother!" Alicia rushed inside the large room, her dress being caught against the doorknob. It ripped though she simply grabbed the broken piece of silk and scurried to her Mother's side. "There you are. What were you doing?" "Thinking. About the story." "Of course you were. You never think about anything else important." Her Mother narrowed her eyes with a furrowed brow. She was never pleased with her daughter. "I have news for you. I expect you to take it seriously." "Of course, Mother." "Mhm. A good princess-" "A good princess always listens yes, yes I know." Alicia took a deep breath of boredom.
"Ahah... Well, King Aero has been looking for a Queen. You know this, correct?" Her Mother walked carefully with a sway, heading to her desk. She sat down with ease and pulled out a paper and pen, glancing up to her daughter for an answer. "Yes. I know." Alicia stepped forward to listen closer. Her curiosity always took over her self awareness. She needed to work on that quite a bit. "Well, I am in hope that you can be her. His soon-to-be Queen. We need to bring peace between us two, and this might as well do it. I'm going to write a letter to him. Alright?"
"Pardon me, Mother. I don't understand. Aren't we trying to win the war? Why have we been fighting all these years then?" Alicia was utterly horrified somewhat. She did not want to marry any King, especially if they were from hell.
"I don't care what your opinion is. If he agrees, it's going to happen." Her Mother began to write, and Alicia grumbled with pure anger. "Oh you always control my life. I never get to make decisions, do I?" She stormed out of the room before her Mother could respond with a sure to be rude response.

Present Day; Morning

Alicia woke from the sunlight shining through the window. It was a beautiful stained glass which reflected rainbows across her room. She got out and ready, putting on her traditional outfit that she'd wear any day and everyday. Probably for the rest of her life. A maid walked inside and folded her blankets and set up her pillows before smiling to the Princess. "Oh dear! You must be excited, yes?"
"Excited? For what?" Alicia questioned, watching her maid do her job with a bright smile. Oh how she wished the workers there could... frown. Not one worker frowned around her. Alicia hated this.
"To meet King Aero of course."
"Meet him?! When?"
"You will be leaving today, no? Your parents did not aware you of this information?"
"No.. I did not know he had accepted the deal." Alicia furrowed her brow and crossed her arms. For the first time, her posture was slumped.
"Well, you must be on your way!" Her maid took Alicia's hand kindly before leading her out of the room and down the long halls of the corridors. Oh goodness. What did Alicia's Mother get her into?

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xxxx Within mere hours, the castle came to life. Aero felt that if he wants this to go well, he must make a good appearance, as well a way for the angel feel as if she will be safe. So, he decided to open all the windows and make the castle more homelike. Although this is greatly out of his character, he has no choice if he wishes this war to end. Currently, Aero was busy talking to a maid, who kept bugging him about food. He isn't big about sweets which doesn't help. So, he had them make as much as they can. He also had one of the spare rooms redecorated for a more angel's touch. He had a former angel come in and redesign it suited for the safety of an angel. "Makes no sense why they are obsessed with white." Aero once commented, which the former angel replied that it was not an obsession but more a sign of pure. Shaking his head, the demon king had him continue without Aero overseeing it. With that, Aero left to the kitchen to see the chef has successfully made several platters full of sweets. Aero walked over to one and looked at it, before flicking his gaze to the chef. "This should make an angel happy, correct?" He asked. The chef gave a slight shrug. "I do slightly wish they send some information about this.. angel. It's quite hard to make peace when the one thing to make peace is just an angel, no information with it." He muttered. With a sigh, he gave the chef a simple thanks, before leaving to check on more things. He was stopped by a maid who was asking where he wanted something when the door to the area slammed open. There stood an older version of Aero, the only thing different was their eye colour was red, not gold. "Brother!" He snapped.
xxxxAero stared at his brother with a cold gaze."You are supposed to be at the gate." He stated. His brother made his way over, anger clouding his mind. "Aero, you cannot expect me to escort an angel here!"He snapped. Aero kept his posture and his mind in a calm state."I did not ask you to do it, I ordered it. For the sake of my people. I will allow an angel walk on my land." Aero replied. His brother let out a growl. "We are so close to winning this war, Aero!: He replied. Aero lets out a sigh and told the servants to go back to work. He then forcefully led his brother into his office. Once there, Aero closed his door, a little too loud. "Zagan, I ordered you to wait at the gate for this very reason. I do not care that you are my brother, you will do as told." Aero snapped, his anger starting to spiral out of control.
xxxx Zagan groaned and leaned against the desk. "Again, we were so close to winning this war!" He replied. Aero flicked that off. "No, we were not. You are my commander. you should have noticed how low of soldiers we are. You, my brother, should have seen how much we were going to lose the war. If I never agreed to this, not only we would have lost the war, but the people would be dealt with. Meaning angels everywhere would turn them into something they are not. All because we have committed sins." Aero snapped. "I will not let my people suffer no more because you are having a small heart attack, not being able to fight." Aero retorted. "Aero, you know that-" The two were stopped when the door creaked open. A small child tumbles in, and the two instantly recognize who the toddler was. "Alice," Aero stated, instantly hiding his anger. "Big brothers.." She murmured. "You two were fighting.." She whined. Aero gave a fake smile and walked over to her, bending down to her eye level. "We were not. Just.. having a small talk over something." He replied. Alice frowned, and looked at her eldest brother, Zagan, who avoided her gaze. "Do you need something, Alice?" Aero asked. "Just want to be with you." She replied. Aero shook his head. "I am sorry, Alice, but you cannot. In a little bit." He replied. Alice frowned at first, but she smiled brightly and ran out of the room. Aero stood up and looked at the door, speaking over his shoulder. "Zagan, I expect you to do what I said. Now, please leave." Aero commanded, before leaving his office. Within seconds after Aero leaing, the door was pulled open onyl to slammed shut. He heard the thundering clicks go the ooposite way of Aero, and Aero glanced over to see his brother heading to do as he was told.Aero frowned, but quickly removed it,and headed to the throne room.

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It did not take long for Alicia to leave the castle. Her Morher nor Father had said goodbye to her. Why? For they did not care. They did not care for her needs whatsoever. It was their needs first before their people. Alicia was last. A mutt? Somewhat. They wanted a son. Instead, they got a daughter. They never respected her capability of doing things. She was an amazing fighter, even when young, but they never took into consideration of her skills. They simply saw everything she did as a phase. Now, getting her out of the castle was wonderful for them. More peace and quiet? Probably. Alicia was known for running down the halls and discovering new stories hidden anywhere. She had even found a hidden attic in the castle. She would hide there when upset. This was normal for her. To be upset. How could she not when no one saw her for who she truly was?
“Princess Alicia Meyers. We have arrived.” The horseman leading the carriage glanced back through the window after stopping the two, large, purebred clidesdale horses. Their markings were marvelous but she never got to touch or be near them. “They are dangerous.” Her Mother would always say. Alicia had never even... touched one before. She had wanted to ever sense she was young, but this never could be possible. Maybe one day it could.
“Thank you.” Alicia smiled kindly to him. “Do you mind grabbing my bags?”
“Of course not.” He nodded and quickly hopped out of the carriage, as did Alicia. She stepped out carefully and she walked over to the horses. One of them, which was a maple grey, looked to her with curious eyes.
“Hello there.” Alicia smiled gently, slowly putting her hand out. Her hand was inches away from touching its soft fur when the man pulled it away.
“Your Mother has told you not to do that. We’eve been through this, Princess.” He said, his eyes narrowed.
“Right.” She nodded and stepped back from the large animals. “I’m sorry. It will not happen again.” She said slowly.
“Good. Your things are in front of the gates. I wish you luck. Be safe.” He said before getting back on the carriage and riding off.
“Thanks.” Alicia watched him leave and turned to look at the gates. There was no one there at first, but soon she saw a frustrated man begin to walk over. Great.

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xxxx Zagan made his way over to the gate. He spotted a carriage and the male instantly calmed himself down, to try and appear friendly for the sake of his brother's little temper problem. Once at the gate, he opened it up for the lady. "So, this is Aero's bride to be?"He question. Though the demon must admit, she is kind of cute, for an angel. He pushed the gate all the way open and moved out of the way to let her through. He watches her carriage ride off and shook his head. "I do hope you have a mental time clock," Zagan stated as he gathered her items. He wishes he wasn't being an escort for some angel, but he has no choice his.. "king" told him so. "Please, this way," Zagan stated, as he leads her away from the gate. He led the angel to two horses. One had a royal guard covering over it, while the other just pulled a small cart. It was a fancy cart too since the king insisted. Zagan placed her items in the cart before turning to the angel. "Assuming that you rode here in a carriage, flying isn't allowed. It became a problem here as well, so please do not fly at all. As well the fact you are an angel on the demon's land, you are more likely to get hurt without King Aero around you." He warned. "Now, princess, shall I get you on the horse and let us be off?" He questioned.

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Alicia had stepped back and his features changed rather quickly. She had not expected this. “I suppose so.” She had glanced around the dark atmosphere. Very different. It was probably a bit odd. She was glowing. It would probably go away soon, but the sudden change confused her brain into thinking she needed light. She stepped through the gates, thanking him with a nod. “I will try my best.” She looked around once she was inside and her damenor changed. She seemed more... calm. “It’s very beautiful, I must admit. There are many rumors at my castle. It’s definately not what I had expected.” She said this quietly, unsure if the demon was even interested in what she had to say. Probably not. “Alright.” She followed him with ease. She was not scared of the demon. For if he threatened her, she would simply ignore it. If it got physical... she was known to fight fire with fire. His words surprised her a bit and she grinned. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind.” She shrugged slightly as she looked to the horses. “Get.. on them? I’ve never ridden a horse before. Only soldiers are taught to do so on my land.” Her features seemed a bit nervous. She did not want to be punished for not doing something she had to do, but she was definately afraid of what her Mother would say if she found out about this. “I’ve never touched one, either.”