

GothicSugar ~ Il Palazzo della Danza Notturne
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**Welcome, proud GrandSugarClan members (beloved family, honored friends) and curious visitors,... View more
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**Welcome, proud GrandSugarClan members (beloved family, honored friends) and curious visitors, to **GothicSugar: *Il Palazzo della Danza Notturne*!**
Hidden amidst a veil of shadow and secrecy, this brooding palace emerges like a forgotten dream—an edifice of sorrowed grandeur and decadent mystery. Designed in the spirit of Venetian elegance and gothic splendor, it serves as both sanctuary and spectacle for those who dance beneath the stars with shadows in their hearts.
The towering walls, cloaked in velvet darkness, reveal their age through every crack and faded carving, whispering ancient tales beneath the flicker of dying torchlight. Spires twist skyward like the fingers of the long-forgotten, clawing at the ever-ominous heavens, while battlements stand in silent vigil against the passage of time.
Within, the ballroom awakens under the silver kiss of moonlight—floors of black marble gleam faintly under the glow of spectral chandeliers, their flickering flames casting long, shifting shadows. Here, masked revelers glide with solemn grace, their movements echoing the ghostly rhythm of a harpsichord that seems to play itself.
A thick, velvety darkness surrounds the palace, as though the night itself clings lovingly to its gothic bones. Yet beyond the stone and spire, in the sacred grove that borders the castle’s forgotten walls, Wiccans and Dark Witches gather under the stars. There, under moonlit trees and dancing flames, they celebrate the Sabbats—honoring the Wheel of the Year with chant, fire, and reverence. The scent of incense mingles with the night air, and the distant sound of drumbeats harmonizes with the whispers of the forest.
This is not merely a venue, but a realm unto itself—an eternal waltz between beauty and despair, elegance and eeriness. A place where the magical and the mournful intertwine beneath the watchful eyes of night.
Welcome, dear guests… the dance begins, and the night awaits your steps.
==All are welcomed as long as you follow the rules. Otherwise we reserve the right to kick / ban you.==
Rules:
1. RP as if you are in a DarkGothic Ballroom Palace / Gothic NightClub.
2. Join in on wiccan/dark witch festivals
3. Please don’t spam this group.
4. Anyone who doesn’t stick to the them of the group or that strikes us the wrong way will be removed without warning.
5. And most importantly, all new group members/ rp characters entering our premises, we ask that you first join Skyrie.net group for an understanding of what is expected of you.
Please read and practice at Skyrie Sandbox group. Thank you!
***We reserve the right to remove you without warning!***
GothicSugar Devilry Gardens
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GothicSugar Devilry Gardens
Posted by Zehellenia Zatanna Sakatano⛧ MávrosInfernusFlameSugarFiend on May 10, 2025 at 12:14 amGothicSugar Devilry Gardens: An obscore area of the castle where a magnificent garden leads into a forbidden forest. The roses are vast and in beautiful variety but they dream in the dark, ruled by the black rose of poisonous thorns. The visitors barely venture back there unless invited. Cobwebs and ruins have long intermingled and the darkness makes the place ever more frightening to behold.*
Glenn Eliphas Raydars +DaXustizaSugarMage+ replied 1 week, 5 days ago 5 Members · 6 Replies -
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Zehellenia brings her mother, LuzHela to the GothicSugar Devilry Gardens, she has set up a lovely surprise for her, simple yet effective. Her mother like here really weren’t used to these kinds of celebrations, but have come to participate in and enjoy them.
The air hangs thick and heavy with the scent of decaying corpses covered by the scent of roses and damp earth. A gothic castle looms behind them, its spires piercing the inky sky. Twisted, thorny bushes and gnarled trees claw at the edges of a garden that has long surrendered to the wild. Beyond the garden, the Obscure Forest beckons with the promise of deeper darkness, its depths swallowing the faint starlight.
LuzHela is an ageless demoness, her beauty is sharp, almost predatory. Her hair is a dark blue almost black that sometimes glows with a blue infernal fire. Her amber eyes glow in the darkness and when she’s all dressed in black it’s a frightening view. Her skin is an odd blue and her facial expression both is fierce, gleaming with ancient knowledge and has a hint of cruel amusement.
Her daughter, Zehellenia, mirrors her mother in many ways, but there’s a youthful vibrancy to her. She appears to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair is a black and white with shades of midnight blue, almost a her eyes are deadly gray yet full of restless energy.
The event Zehellenia had planned, Mother’s Night Celebration
LuzHela and Zehellenia are seated at a low, ornate table carved from obsidian. Candles flicker, casting dancing shadows across the garden and illuminating the spread before them. The food is decadent and unusual: candied spiders, roasted bat wings drizzled with dark honey, and a bubbling cauldron of crimson wine that smells faintly of brimstone and blackberries.
Zehellenia leans over and makes a toast for her mother and all mother’s celebating Mother’s Day.
“To Mother’s Night! May the shadows deepen and the mortal continue to provide amusement.” She then laughs! *She carefully hands tributes and gifts to her mother and as she opens them, Zehellenia sets up her phone for a selfie to commemorate the moment.* @hexenfyre
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*He is exploring the Devilry gardens when he accidentally comes across Hela and Zehellenia, he was surprised at not not being able to detect their presence. He bows respectfully. * Don’t mind me, I’m just passing by! May you enjoy a magnificent Mother’s night celebration! *He then continues on his way.*
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The sun dipped low, casting its last golden breath across the twisted elegance of the GothicSugar Devilry Gardens. Shadows lengthened and curled like serpents across the cobblestone path, and every black rose shimmered with dusk-kissed dew, thorns gleaming with faint venomous sheen. It was the kind of garden that whispered secrets to those bold enough to walk among its cursed beauty.
Lilith stood with a commanding presence, her silhouette carved against the bleeding sky, her green-and-pink blended hair cascading over her shoulders like a spell untamed. The air danced around her—sultry, alert, full of knowing. Dressed in a form-fitted corset and leather that clung like sin itself, she didn’t just walk the garden—she owned it.
At her side, Mephista moved with a sly curiosity, fingers gliding along the delicate petals of a particularly arrogant rose that hissed at her touch. “Charming,” she muttered, plucking it with a smirk, ignoring the bite of the thorn. Her outfit—bold, shredded, and laced—matched her attitude. Chaos cloaked in beauty. Fire dressed in silk.
“You picked the one that bites back,” Lilith said, her voice velvet over steel.
“I learned from the best,” Mephista replied, eyes glowing mischievously as she tucked the rose behind her ear.
There was no need for small talk. Between them flowed centuries of unspoken understanding—of blood, legacy, and the art of thriving in darkness. This garden wasn’t just a sanctuary. It was a mirror. Twisted, deadly, and unapologetically beautiful.
And together, beneath the shadow of dusk and devilry, mother and daughter bloomed. @jakurin
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