Of Course, but not without a little conflict

"Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows...." Rudy sang, her hammer clanging loudly as she smashed it against a dark plate of metal on an anvil on the corner. Cleo stropped next to You, avoiding your eyes as You smiled happily

"Are you still mad at me, Clo?" You asked, leaning into Cleo as she pouted, grimacing slightly as You chuckled at her silent treatment, sighing lightly as Vulcan started to smash her head on the anvil, the Blonde Southern babe hurtling herself over as she laughed madly.

"Don't Call me Clo." Cleo growled grumpily, her dark eyes resting on You as Rudy's began to kick in circles on the ground

"Sorry... I just, You just never really looked like a Cleo to me." You spoke honestly, she frowned, fiddling with her fingers

"That's because I'm not a Cleo, idiot." She whispered, making your ears naturally prick up

"It's not? so what is it an Alias or something?" You asked, shifting around to look at the dark-haired vixen with fascination, You knew it! You had an inkling that these people were using a pseudonym... who in their right mind would name their child "Umbra."

Cleo turned away, still refusing to completely look at you, though her eyes did flicker to you as she talked "As I'm sure you gathered by now... who we are dead is very different to who we were when bound to mortality, so, we take Names of undeath, it's just natural... like you, Lord Nox... stupid fucking name." She grumbled, You paid it no mind

"Hmmmm, so what You're a bonafide Pharoah are You, Miss Cleopatra... what's your real name then?" You asked, pressing Her with your hungry crimson eyes, but she merely folded her arms, scoffing girlishly

"A Lady's Mortal name is a private affair."

"Oh come on, You know Mine! that's not fair." Cleo didn't seem to care so much about what was fair, she even smirked a little

"Doesn't feel good does it, losing control, Lord Nox." She spat, but You only inched in closer spurred on by her fire, god she smelt so strongly of arousal despite it all that You were afraid to lose focus

"You know, I quite like it when You get all feisty and stubborn, oh wait that's all the time. It really puts a smile on my face." God that move was the gift that keeps on giving, she was shaking slightly, her Brown orbs looking at You as she melted into desperation

"S-Stop looking at me like that... I-I... Oh.... fuck..." Cleo gritted her teeth as she pressed her legs together, Her eyes glowing slightly as her eye twitched "I really... can't do this, I don't want to... PUT IT IN-nonononononono..." Cleo got up from her seat rubbing her temples as Her face contorted horribly "NO SMILE, NO SMILE, NO SMILE... I am a Noblewoman, a highbred lady, I don't want anal, no anal, No anal!" Cleo growled to herself, claws flying from her fingers as she kicked at one of the perfectly organised tables, sending everything on it flying.

Forevermore.

Time slowed slightly just a before, the second lingering just a touch behind the line of reality, but the shadows of those soaring objects continued as You swept seamlessly towards them, catching each with an elegant flourish before your eyes caught on a familiar figure dashing towards a feral looking Cleo.

Shit, She's going for the Grumpy bitch

"PROTECT HER."

Darting forth with said items still in hand, feet crushing the floor below as your body drowned in adrenaline, this burst of strength landing you between the two ladies faster than you had anticipated.

Lashing out like black whips, you felt your mental power split, a hard command reverberating into both Vulcan and Cleo in a Lord's ultimate command "BE. STILL."

Both women froze in place, trapped by your unrelenting will as You looked between them, a long sigh leaving you as the beast rumbled within with annoyance "What is your problem, huh?" You asked the both of them, the two cringing as You tightened your iron grip on their minds "Why do you continue to fight like children? because she's an outcast and You're a broken woman?" You whispered to Cleo who frowned as she struggled to fight against Your hold, "Or is it because she was a Gerix and she disrupted your stupid little world?" Vulcan blinked lightly as You rubbed your temples, circling around them both, Your steps echoing around the mask-covered studio as You contemplated.

"I am the Lord of this Clan right? My power is the highest of my kind here... but I can't correct stupidity without your help, understand?" You hissed, pointing accusingly at the both of them "These frankly medieval ways of the undead are idiotic at best, fighting among ourselves and whining like children, it ends here, it ends right now, or I'm kicking the two of you the hell out of My city, Am I Understood?"

The two of them looked at you, frozen in their combative poses as You glared angrily.

Eventually, Cleo nodded first, strained due to your vice hold on her... staring at Vulcan, the blonde licking her shimmering lips as she agreed silently with her eyes.

You let them both go, watching them relax as the tensions grew... did that even work? were Your power's strong enough to prevent such ingrained hostility.

"Let me see Your face, Bitch-tits." Vulcan said to Cleo, who's eyes still twitched with her need for a smile.

"My f-face?" She asked Vulcan nodded gently holding out her hand impatiently.

"Your mask, dumb-dumb."

Cleo seemed apprehensive, but eventually stood up straight, raising her hand to bite on her palm, the fangs sinking deep into the pale skin as You watched, the Raven-haired woman wiping her dark blood widely on her face "M'halia." She whispered, her face shining with her blood for a moment before a black smokey aura caressed around her lips, dancing lightly across her forehead and down her cheeks before hardening into a solid form.

Cleo's mask was that of a woman's face, shining with a mixture black and bronze, the long streaks of Blue, red and green giving off a very distinct Egyptian impression, each side long and sharp but quite feminine and graceful.

You watched on in fascination, there was no mistaking it, Rose had told you of this sort of power before

"Blood magic?"

Ew, rubbing blood all over your face is such a turn-off.

Cleo pulled the mask away, her face completely clean of blood, though you were confused as to how it stayed on without any straps... oh yeah, right, magic. She handed it to Vulcan who snatched it away, turning with excitement as she stared at it hungrily

"THE PHARAOH MASK, YES-YES I REMEMBER THIS ONE.... and it's in perfect condition, You have cared for it well bitch-tits." Vulcan grinned, touching the mask playfully before rushing off to her work table "ah, so many Ideas, so many ideas... Maybe a reinforcement, no... Bitch-tits is a Mystar, You fight with mental abilities so... AHA YES, I have just the thing!"

Cleo frowned slightly, walking beside you as Vulcan began to work on her mask, her stability only barely remaining "I-I don't like being... tampered with... but, I nearly lost control there so... thanks I guess."

"You can thank me by behaving yourself." You said with a stern but slight smile. In a move that You felt was quite bold, you even touched her shoulder supportively, Cleo's dark eyes looking up at You with an inner conflict "You are gonna have to start trusting me some time, you know. how are we supposed to be a team otherwise, Cleo?" You said a little absently, watching as Vulcan started to cramp something into the Mask's eyeholes.

"Jasper... My last name is Jasper." Cleo's eyes were soft now, her voice quiet as she folded her arms "That's My last name."

"Jasper. that sounds... noble. What do I have to do to earn the first?" You asked curiously, still touching her arm gently as she sighed, caving into Your touch as she pressed her lips together

"I-I don't know, I just... tired a-and... alone, I need to rest." She admitted, rubbing her tired eyes, You nodded patiently, brushing on of her black hairs out of her face

"We'll rest after the Ritual is finished, I promise."