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Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Castiel (fleabittengray ) and Everest (A z z y ). 

Prompt:

Everest has been a hostage in Utopia for months now, since prior to the initiation of the war. His physical strength may be waning, but his resolve remains. If anything, he proves to be an irritation for those keeping him. Castiel, a warrior of the heavens, happens upon him when Everest seems to be in a particularly foul mood...

Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than January 21st, 2023.

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The obsidian pangarè fiend paced about the confines of his cell, each step count exactly the same as the lap before. How many times had he traced this prison? How many times had he tried to change the count just for some fucking variety? Everest was weakening, physically, but that grit, that determination to come out of this ordeal the other side remained stronger than ever. His skin was taught over his bones, that once lustrous shine now dulled and riddled with sores both old and new. His once shimmering tresses were lank and long, draped along the now concave top line of his nape. His lips were cracked and bloodied, each twitch of them forced a new line of claret to appear upon them. But with each passing day, every miserable fucking minute, he was doing better than Nehemiah had. He was still here. He was proving the very point his father had hoped he would - the Underworld would outlast, it would survive. And whilst his physical strength dwindled, his resolve only seemed to increase. Those swarthy lips twisted into a bloodied smile as the fiend turned on aching hocks to repeat another lap.

PLEASEEE RELEASE MEEEE, he sang, his words a rasping shout that sent spittle into the atmosphere of his gaol. LET ME GO, he continued, a shouted song that was loud enough to echo through Rasa's world, to reach whoever heard it. Everest didn't care, he was getting bored of this stagnation and whilst he knew in his core no angel would release him, if he could annoy one enough to lure them in and pull some metaphorical pieces from them, he would do. FOR I DON'T LOVE YOU -, he turned mid song, pacing the other way as his jet tendrils that were more matted ropes than silky tresses sliced through the air and hit his sunken flanks. -ANYMOREEE he paused for a moment, a single lobe darting about his poll as he strained to capture what he thought was the sounds of approaching daggers. A mischievous smile twisted his lips as he turned on popping joints and continued to shout TO WASTE OUR LIVES WOULD BE A SIN, the word sin dripped like pus from a sore, a ravenous word that sent embers of a fire flickering through his gut.

He had been right though, for someone was indeed approaching and now stood by his cell, a grey creature that he did not recognise. It had not been one of Rasa's attack party so who was he - a coward? Or only here to observe and poke the bear from the safety of his keep? Everest held his gaze easily, a shiver of laughter rolling from within his haggard body as he rose his atlas defiantly, turning from the onlooker to sing, louder than before, RELEASE ME AND LET ME LOVE AGAIN… there was no doubt in his mind the angel would not release him nor let him go and would likely laugh at the notion of the fiend loving. Everest could love… he would love to tear Utopia apart. He would love to tear Rasa into ribbons and devour her putrid remains in front of all of her mindless followers. But until then, he would wait to see what this runt would have to say, if he indeed said anything at all…

fleabittengray Everest Humperdink in the house.

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CASTIEL

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Castiel had always been a fighter. A warrior. He was strong and he was loyal, but there was also a naivety to him that had remained even in death. Some might call him stupid or foolish, but Castiel did not think he was either of those things. He was just another guy trying to make it in life - or, in his case now, the Afterlife. He was glad to be a part of Utopia, happy to have Rasa and Cadence leading them, and he was hoping with all of his heart that the outcome of this war would be good for Utopia. The war had been raging on for several months now. Castiel had had an encounter with the Lord of the Underworld himself, Xerxes, in Eden. The Lord was large and terrible and everything Castiel should be frightened of, but he feared not the Devil. He respected his power and rank, but other than that, there was nothing to "admire" about the Dread Lord, nor his Lady.

His putrid son was just as annoying as his father. Perhaps more so, honestly. Castiel tried to ignore the loud, obnoxious singing that rang out clear as day from the Utopia cells. He typically tried to avoid the cells, but it was part of his job to at least check them once a day. Do a walk through and make sure everything was going alright. No one had escaped - or lost their minds - and while he sounded like Everest may have lost his goddamn mind with the loud screeching he was releasing, Castiel was not so easily tricked. He knew Everest had a history of being... annoying, to say the least. A prankster, so put it kindly - otherwise known as, he was a manipulative fuck. Castiel didn't like being near him. He had bad vibes.

However, he knew it was his job to at least make sure Everest hadn't actually lost his marbles. Heaving a heavy sigh, the white winged angel began his march toward the cells, his ears flattened against his skull as he clenched his jaw. The singing grew louder as he got closer to Everest's cell. Castiel kept his distance, knowing better than the trust the Fiend to not try to take a bite out of him or something, if given the chance. Staring blankly at the blackened beast, whose body was now covered in sores and he was looking quite rough, to be honest, Castiel huffed. "Do you have anything else you can sing?" he spoke, his lip twitching into a half amused, half annoyed grimace. "Maybe something a little less screeching and more actual singing?"


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8 years 6 months, autumn, Act 2 thread 2 (after Sinne), before his thread with Tirion

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TW: Spicy language


The plan had worked, he had known it would from the get go. The ivory speckled abyssal behemoth lay in wait, watching with a burning gaze as the grey and copper mottled angel moved into the mouth of his cell, his vision blank, his expression a mixture of irritation and boredom. There was a look in his eyes that said louder than any words ever could that he would rather be somewhere, anywhere, else than where he was now. Everest could not deny the glee that swelled within him then, the embers of energy he had once had were stoked again, as eventually the angel spoke. "Do you have anything else you can sing?” Everest cocked his crown slightly, his bloodied lips twisting into a savage leer. "Maybe something a little less screeching and more actual singing?” Everest sighed over dramatically, his Atlantic hued optics rolling in their sockets before falling upon the winged rat once again. Why would a fisherman dangle another maggot into the mouth of such a willing guppy? Everest queried, his nonchalant tones dripping with a faux innocence. Flicking his lank obsidian tendrils against the sores upon his fetlocks, Everest slithered from the shadows, emerging more from the darkness to truly face one of his captors.

So what's her excuse now? Everest began, resting the side of his mass against the wall of his cage as he drank in the image of the enemy. Spirits me away, not without the aid of several other of her parasitic cunts I might add, and then doesn't even have the good manners to check in… he sighed again, his lobes twisted forwards upon his atlas to ensnare any audible reaction from the stranger. Everest enjoyed these games, he enjoyed annoying the utopians, he enjoyed getting under their skin and feeling out what little bits made them itch in the most uncomfortable way. And do you know what's worse? Everest did not wait for a response before he pushed on. Instead of having the spine to face me, not only does she not visit me personally or have any of her other hunting dogs do so… he paused, his tongue slithering from behind his pearly whites to moisten his cracked labrets. She sends a prettied up little bitch to come and poke at me… you should value yourself a bit more… he inched closer, bodily fluids smearing the wall which he had only just been leaning upon. He was an infection here, a sore, the environment did all it could to force him out but he resisted. What's your name, little fish?



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I am sorry for the sass & spicy language...

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CASTIEL

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Castiel figured that him coming here was exactly what Everest had been hoping for. Not exactly Castiel himself, no, but any angel. It must be lonely, being kept here all by himself, unable to communicate with his sister. Castiel felt bad for that situation, because family was important, he understood that, but Everest was such a nuisance! Personally, Cas would not miss Everest when he finally returned to the Underworld. He was just as foul as his father. And he looked the part of a foul beast as well, with his skin full of oozing sore-like wounds. How unfortunate. The dramatic sigh from the Fiend was not missed, Castiel's tail twitching slightly behind him as he echoed with a sigh of his own. He waited, patient (somewhat), but as soon as he could confirm that Everest was more or less "alive" and well, he was going to be on his way. He had better things to do with his time than banter with a demon.

Why would a fisherman dangle another maggot into the mouth of such a willing guppy? He stared at the creature, the utter behemoth, and gave no response. Yep, that settled it. Everest was just fine. Still every bit of a pest as he'd been since well... forever, probably. Everest took a few steps forward in his cell, and though Cas's skin crawled and his stomach churned with distaste, he made no move to back away. There was no way for Everest to reach him, anyway. Even if he wanted to. So what's her excuse now? By her, Castiel assumed he must be speaking of Rasa, the Lady of Utopia, the one that was responsible for holding him captive. The angel merely shrugged, never taking his eyes off the massive confined brute. Spirits me away, not without the aid of several other of her parasitic cunts I might add, and then doesn't even have the good manners to check in… Such foul language, but that was to be expected. "If you want to speak with her, that can be arranged," the angel spoke, keeping a neutral tone as best as he could.

Everest was just toying with him. He could tell. And Castiel was determined not to lose his cool. And do you know what's worse? The angel had no time to respond, even if he wanted to. Instead of having the spine to face me, not only does she not visit me personally or have any of her other hunting dogs do so… There was a pause. Castiel could sense an insult incoming. She sends a prettied up little bitch to come and poke at me… you should value yourself a bit more… Everest inched closer, probably trying to look intimidating, but Castiel couldn't help but to chuckle. What's your name, little fish? To that, the angel cocked his head, staring at the larger brute with a rather bored expression. "Which am I? A bitch, or a fish? Dare I think I'm important enough to be both?"


A z z y w/ Everest
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8 years 6 months, autumn, Act 2 thread 2 (after Sinne), before his thread with Tirion

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