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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 13, 2024 6:55:05 GMT -7
This situation had turned out to be less than desirable. Things might have been different had the Lord still remained in the lands, alas that was not the case. Her encounter with the roaned, spotted stag had been brief in their passing. He was leaving Utopia while she was arriving. Her baited words of his abduction of her from the Underworld would not cause the same knee-jerk reaction in Xerxes that Rasa had once gotten. And while a portion of that was true the rest was not. At least the alabaster heathen had not weakened himself by traveling into Utopia to bring her back home. A hastily move that would have infuriated her to no end despite the bravado and thankfulness she should feel. War was too precious of a time for he to be weakening himself so. So while the journey to the realm did not happen he was dangerously quick in his response for an eye for an eye. A part of Akroma could not help the few butterflies that tried to scatter about when she thought of how quickly and protective Xerxes had responded- but then it was the logical side that always chimed in to remind her he had his reasoning far beyond that of just protecting her. This would have been his move if it had been any demon that resided in the depths of Hell. But would she be locked in the cellars had he not stolen Cadence? It was hard to say. Their previous encounters had been positive and left Akroma often thinking of the Utopian Lord and how might Xerxes and Teca work with him going forward. Rasa had made her grave long ago and it was clear she and Xerxes were too alike in some ways to find a common ground to stand on. Cadence had made his distaste for Teca well known from the first encounter and admitted Xerxes was the lesser of the two evils. If she could help aid Xerxes in getting a working relationship then it would be best for Wild Equines- but perhaps unrealistic. The last time she had offered her help to the heathen lord she was swatted away like a fly and claimed she was like Teca and wanting to be everyone's friend. Akroma did not hold short of her opinions on lack of numbers and support now then when they would the throne before leaving him to his state. There had been no encounters between the two since.
At times Akroma thought the constant pain of rejection to be unbearable. The way it seeped deep into the bone and joints, Utopia trying to drive out the disease within its purity realm. Not as if she could see the lands from where she resided. Her cell was small and dingy, offering little light and the inability to talk to any other prisoners held within. It was likely she was so close to her children yet unable to reach them on any wave length or even visually see them. Had they already faded to the mists and Rasa not tell them? Unlikely as a part of her liked to believe that Cadence would share this information despite the hurt it would do to a Mother's heart. It would be easy to succumb to the mists when held in lands that wished to rid you of your existence. Being here only annoyed the semi-leopard, overo wench more. Knowing what her children had been enduring all this time while Rasa and Xerxes seemed to drag their feet. She hoped Cadence's capture would return the twins and this would give Cadence and Akroma the time needed to fully discuss the reason of his steal and, hopefully, he would release her on good faith as well. Something Rasa was unlikely to do now given the war and the way their last encounters had gone.
Rasa, why is it Lord Cadence is so fascinated with me, hmm? Words called out to the empty air knowing they would eventually reach their target. Gaze swallowed in the dark ceiling as she focused on nothing while egging on her captor. Doth ye thinketh he wishes to replaceth ye with thyself? A question Akroma truly didn't believe. At no point had the spotted Lord hinted towards dismay with his mahogany counterpart- but that did not mean others would not believe it if she spoke it freely. Imagine how fast this war could be resolved should I taketh thy throne? The question rhetorical as she allowed her vocals to vibrate with laughter at her own words. The laughter cold and malice- the only joy coming from that of watching the mahogany lady fall. Pray tell me, how is he behind closed doors. Oh how I do relish at the thought of fucking him once he is but mine own. The words crass for Akroma but only partly untrue. She had an attraction to the beast as many probably had that same attraction to Xerxes. She had respected herself and him too much to remotely flirt. They were enemies at war and the days of anything look at her seemed long gone once Wild Equines had learned of her and Xerxes. A love that seemed to fade away from the lime light but still left any too fearful to try. Not as if she were welcoming other like she once had when she was young and a newly crowned Queen. Akroma wasn't even certain the relation Rasa and Cadence had- it was merely a ploy to get a rise from the Utopian lady.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, Rasa. The Underworld sits with two on the throne while Utopia only hast one. Or is that thy hopes? For Cadence to fadeth again and ye can go but unchecked with thy power? Akroma grew quiet and waited patiently for the mahogany Lady. It was a matter of time until she was paid a visit regardless- might as well speed up the process and see what information she might be able to get.
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 17, 2024 20:18:15 GMT -7
x RASA Another Lord had been taken from her. Rasa was enraged. She wanted nothing more than to march down to the cells that had been crafted in Utopia to hold captives and take out her anger on those demons that were held captive here. Everest, Venari, Akroma... she wanted to tear the flesh from their bones and see them suffer, to make them suffer as she and Utopia had suffered. For Nehemiah, lost to the Mist. For Cadence, taken from her yet again. But though the urge to do such things was strong, Rasa fought them. She would not stoop to the same level as the Underworld. She had not allowed any of her angels to harm the demons in their grasp. It would be beyond cruel for her to suddenly allow it, and to partake in such things herself. She would prefer not to have any demons in Utopia. She would prefer peace in Wild Equines. She would prefer not to have to run Utopia by herself, not to have such a heavy burden on her shoulders, but honestly, if she could go back in time and stop herself from rising to the position as Lady - would she had stopped herself? Would she want to put this burden on anyone else? It was a tricky question that she did not have the answer to, and never would. She was pacing through a field of tall, swaying grasses when the familiar voice of Akroma reached her on the winds. Rasa, why is it Lord Cadence is so fascinated with me, hmm? Hearing her speak of her Lord when she was already feeling so strongly had Rasa clenching her jaw, halting abruptly and closing her eyes. She took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and as she let it out she opened her eyes and, just like that, she was standing before the cell area where Akroma was being kept. Swift and silent she had appeared, staring at the spotted demon with distaste. Doth ye thinketh he wishes to replaceth ye with thyself? A muscle in her jaw twitched. Rasa forced herself to grin. "Ask him yourself, dear. He's a grown man. He can speak for himself." All while she spoke, Rasa wished to strangle the woman before her. Wished to make her feel unbearable pain. But she knew that was not who she really was. It was just the rage speaking, trying to get her to do things she would later regret. Imagine how fast this war could be resolved should I taketh thy throne? A bitter chuckle released into the air, her eyes narrowing. "If you want it so bad, then take it." Honestly, Rasa was growing more and more aggravated with the position, anyway. Pray tell me, how is he behind closed doors. Oh how I do relish at the thought of fucking him once he is but mine own. Now that caught her off guard, and she actually let out a loud belly laugh. Her and Cadence? Together? Is that what the citizens of Wild Equines were thinking now? That she slept with all her Lords or something? That just because they were Lord and Lady they had to be sexually intimate? "Cadence and I have no intimate relationship like that. Never have. Never will." She was taken by a different angel, and Cadence, last she'd heard, was still with Allocen of the Versai (or former Versai now, she supposed). However, she wasn't going to just openly volunteer that information to Akroma. Tick-tock, tick-tock, Rasa. The Underworld sits with two on the throne while Utopia only hast one. Or is that thy hopes? For Cadence to fadeth again and ye can go but unchecked with thy power? Ah, yes, back to reality. Rasa rolled her eyes. She was already annoyed and enraged. She was going to allow herself a little unprofessional eye roll, damn it! "That's it, Akroma. Ya caught me. I want all my Lords to be taken or to disappear or to step down. Why would I possibly want some stability in my life?" she snapped, her tail lashing against both of her sides, like a whip, hard enough to just start to make her skin sting. "Are you done? Or do you possibly want to have a civilized conversation?"Zohyd// w/ Akroma 717 | ProfileSassy gals 20 years 8 months, late winter/early spring, morning, after Cadence is stolen, after exchanging Sly's soul for Hymn's freedom
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 27, 2024 12:31:21 GMT -7
The first words spoken into existence had been enough to call forth the mahogany Lady of Utopia. The familiar features of Rasa could be made out in the shadowy prison. Akroma moved forwards towards the barrier between herself and Rasa; semi-leopard, overo frame emerging from the darkness to face her captor. Rasa looked less than pleased with Akroma but the demon was beyond caring as she bit down the deep pain that her mere presence in Utopia was causing. Ask him yourself, dear. He's a grown man. He can speak for himself. Rasa was not in a good mood, had Akroma managed to get under her skin already or was the war taking its toll on the Utopian leader? She doubted her children were being model captors and making the job for any angel looking after them difficult. I doth planneth to. Her words were flat but confident. No doubt, no playfulness. They told every bit of truth that Akroma very well planned to ask Cadence if he wanted her on the throne beside him. Would this cause a strife between the Lady and Lord? Akroma could only wish. She'd love nothing more then to dig her talons into the Lord of Utopia and rip him from the brainwashing spell Rasa seems to have on so many. Just because she held a position for so long does not mean she's done a good job. Akroma wondered how the Lady handled challenging or different views of her Angels. Did she shut them down or did she listen? Given the regression in Utopia, Akroma could guess with confidence.
If you want it so bad, then take it. The words of the Utopian practically spat towards the demoness. Gladly. Is this thy formal resignation then? Or doth ye wish me to challenge ye for thy position? I will need relief from the rejection of Utopia for it to be a fair battle. Akroma inquired not sure if the mahogany leader would brush her off or take her up on her offer. Utopia was the place Akroma had always wanted to end up. The Underworld had spent years harassing her while on the Dark throne. Back when Rasa had been a refreshing afterlife creature to talk to. The semi-leopard, overo wench was glad her life did not get taken sooner. Glad that she got to see the true colors of Rasa and the direction she was going with her leadership. Tyranny. Dictatorship. Whatever some might wish to call it. Xerxes was in the Underworld and there was a part of her that would be drawn to him and find a sense of comfort with him. But perhaps her calling was looking more like Utopia and less like reincarnation. She could be the change and helping hand for Cadence to overturn Utopia. Her interest in politics was none. The desire for leadership did not drive her like it once had. But could she find that drive once more, even for a short while to help Cadence before finding an adequate leader to take her place? Making sure Rasa remained off the throne and her iron-fist ruling came to an end?
Her next set of taunting words had caused the Angel to laugh, something more genuine but the anger and irritation still seemed to smolder in the center of the leader. Cadence and I have no intimate relationship like that. Never have. Never will. So who held his heart and who Rasa's? Perhaps none. Not all found themselves weak at the knees for another. Pity. Was hoping for but a bit of girl talk on the matter. Accented tones doused in sarcasm would be enough for Rasa to know that Akroma certainly had no desire to gossip about such. Unless the leader wished to share something of use regarding the roan, spotted beast or herself even. The final set of words had caused Rasa's orbs to roll in their sockets- patience thin and waning. That's it, Akroma. Ya caught me. I want all my Lords to be taken or to disappear or to step down. Why would I possibly want some stability in my life? The words were taken as rhetorical, not something for Akroma to truly provide an answer for. Are you done? Or do you possibly want to have a civilized conversation? Feminine facade cocked slightly as her duo colored gaze honed in on the leader. Now ye wish to hath a civilized conversation? The question an opening to more words that were sure to follow, What of the last time we did speaketh? When I did asketh of the situation that caused this whole war and ye did threaten me so early on? Did Rasa think she could come out so hostile in the last conversation and it not overflow to the next, surely she was not that dull. Utopia is perhaps the least progressive group I hath met on Wild Equines; right down there with the Helkaer- whom I would still slot above Utopia. Ye hath regressed since the days I was Dark Queen and we used to speaketh as, what I would calleth, good acquaintences. Now all those whom art dark art evil and all those whom art demons art thy enemy. Before the war and to continue on after. Akroma voice her thoughts openly towards the Utopian Lady, knowing her words would fall on deaf ears as Rasa could not take criticism. She could do no wrong and things only mattered if they benefited her or went in her favor. To be spoken of in this matter would go in one ear and out the other. Pray telleth me Rasa, how should I hath a civilized conversation with an individual that hast long ago failed me and then painted myself as her enemy when I hath personally done nothing to her Angels or her family? She was capable. She knew information Rasa had shared with her back when she was first Queen. It would take very little for her to find those that mattered most to the Utopian Leader that she had successfully put away that had yet to be a target.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 6, 2024 6:15:29 GMT -7
I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I know it's dire, my time today Akroma had not been exactly an enemy, not until she'd joined the Underworld. And Rasa knew from experience that none from the Underworld could be trusted. The very essence of the Underworld itself corrupted souls, darkening them into shadows of their former selves. Just as Utopia was meant to purify, Hell was meant to destroy. She had lost one of her trusted angels, one of her friends, to the pits of Hell. A former Lord of Utopia... She had just had this discussion with Cadence, before he was stolen, finally admitting to him who Levi's father was and why she was so wary of the Underworld and all of its inhabitants. Like she'd said to Cadence, a demon could rise from the ashes, sure, but angels would always fall harder. Sometimes she herself even felt the pull of it, how easy it would be to give in and be violent and cruel. Life had not been kind to her - who would blame her, really, considering all the torment she'd suffered in her mortal life and seemed to want to continue into immortality? She just wanted peace. She wanted to help others. She didn't care about anything other than peace, love, hope! Yet she continued to be painted as the enemy, as a tyrant, all because... because of what? Because of assumptions of others and mistakes she had made? Sometimes Rasa wondered what the damn point of holding her title anymore even was. No one respected it. Everyone hated her. This was not the future she'd wanted when Tybolt had given her the rank, after Andromeda was no longer in existence - taken by the Mist, perhaps. I doth planneth to. The bay angel stared into the cell at the painted maiden. A former Queen and Lady and now just a demon. What more did Akroma want? What did she dream of? What did she hope for? "Very well." Her tone was flat, bordering on cold, and she said no more. There was no doubt in her mind that Cadence would indulge Akroma in conversation. He seemed to think there was hope for her. He seemed to think she would want to redeem herself. But Rasa had seen the process of an angel falling first hand. It was painful and gruesome. She did not imagine a demon rising from Hell would be any less barbaric. Did Akroma even have the guts to do such a thing? Would she even be willing to leave Xerxes? The Lord seemed attached to her, in one way or another. Would she be strong enough to defy him? To break the chains that bound them, forever, unless she chose to fall yet again? So many questions. Cadence didn't know what the hell he was talking about. There was no way Akroma would want to go through all of that. Gladly. Is this thy formal resignation then? Or doth ye wish me to challenge ye for thy position? I will need relief from the rejection of Utopia for it to be a fair battle. Another chuckle from the angel, and something in her gaze softened. Saddened. The memory of Psychosocial came to her, seeing him broken and battered, his body going through the process of becoming a demon. This was several years ago, but she doubted the process had changed much, if at all. "I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy, Akroma," she said, a slight sigh escaping her. "You would first have to denounce your alignment with the Underworld. You would have to break away from the Underworld completely. You would lose your wings at first, until you were Judged and accepted into Utopia." She paused, eying the demon, but there was more of a curious look than a hostile one. "It would not be painless." But it was still an option. It was always an option. Just as any angel could fall, so, too, could a demon rise. Rasa had never seen it done. She'd only seen an angel fall... a friend. A traitor. She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing his face, and when her eyes reopened, that rage was back. Pity. Was hoping for but a bit of girl talk on the matter. Despite herself, Rasa's lips twisted into a half-grin. "What a shame." She wished she and Akroma could be friends, but truth was, even if Akroma switched sides, Rasa would never be able to trust her. The Underworld tainted everything it touched - including herself. Every angel always came back from the Underworld with a part of themselves changed. That was fact, in her eyes. Now ye wish to hath a civilized conversation? Rasa snorted. "I promised Cadence I would behave." She then flashed a sickly sweet smile, more a baring of teeth than anything, because the rage was still there. It felt deadly, but Rasa was determined to control it. What of the last time we did speaketh? When I did asketh of the situation that caused this whole war and ye did threaten me so early on? The answer to that, she figured, was simple. "You are an enemy, Akroma." It was stated dully, blinking at the other mare. What more did Akroma want from her? She'd picked her side. Let her rot in it. Utopia is perhaps the least progressive group I hath met on Wild Equines; right down there with the Helkaer- whom I would still slot above Utopia. Ye hath regressed since the days I was Dark Queen and we used to speaketh as, what I would calleth, good acquaintences. Now all those whom art dark art evil and all those whom art demons art thy enemy. Before the war and to continue on after.Rasa let Akroma ramble on, because honestly, it was the truth. Try as she might, Rasa and all of her Lords had never been able to rally the troops. There were no hope for Utopia, or at least, there was very little hope. Some part of her had thought that the war would get them going, making them see they had more of a purpose in the Afterlife than to just exist. She had been wrong. Pray telleth me Rasa, how should I hath a civilized conversation with an individual that hast long ago failed me and then painted myself as her enemy when I hath personally done nothing to her Angels or her family? What had Akroma thought would happen, when she went to the Underworld, became it's Lady? How was any of that Rasa's fault? "So it's somehow my fault, that you went to the Underworld and became it's Lady? That's not how judgement works, Akroma." She took a calming breath, and then upon exhaling, shackles appeared around all of Akroma's ankles, and the door to her cell soundlessly opened. The imprisoned demon would be able to walk at a slow pace. A controlled pace. "Come with me." She stepped back, motioning for Akroma to follow her, while at the same time using her powers to hold Akroma's wings gently against her sides. She would not be able to fly away. If she choose to stay in the cell, Rasa would remove the shackles and the hold on her wings, but for the moment, she was allowing her some freedom. After all, Cadence had wanted Akroma to see her children, and Rasa was going to keep that promise. 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Post by Zohyd// on Apr 9, 2024 22:06:35 GMT -7
Very well. Was all Rasa offered her prisoner. If she worried about her Utopian, co-lead wanting to replace her with Akroma she didn't show it. Did she think she would rule Utopia for all eternity? Did she even want to rule Utopia for all eternity? At some point she must wish to release herself of the politic and responsibilities that come with a position of power. I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy, Akroma, A single hark rotating upon her cranium as the mahogany creature before her started on the response. You would first have to denounce your alignment with the Underworld. You would have to break away from the Underworld completely. You would lose your wings at first, until you were Judged and accepted into Utopia. It would not be painless. Rasa seemed to eye Akroma for a reaction to the information she shared. Akroma remained completely emotionless on the matter. I hath lost them once before when I felleth from Lady of the Underworld. I hath been to Asphodel twice. Once upon mine own death; the other when I left the throne. Akroma did not go into the details of her departure. If Rasa had not heard what she was doing to lose her position and her status then Akroma would not bore her with such details. Rasa was acting as if Akroma had never felt such pain. She'd been a Utopian Leader for how long now? Did she truly have any idea of the pain that was tied with it or was she simply guessing? Should I ever maketh thee transition Rasa, it will be to becometh Lady of Utopia, this I doth promise ye. There was not hostility or coldness in her words. Just truth. The semi-leopard, overo wench quite liked Cadence. But if he really wished for her to rise to the heavens then it would come at a price.
What a shame. The topic was dead as she would not get anything more on the matter. I promised Cadence I would behave. A fake smile was presented towards Akroma. The comment caused her head to tilt slightly. Were the two at odds about her? Cadence had told Rasa to play nice, something Rasa clearly did not wish to do. You are an enemy, Akroma. Such a plain statement. So black and white. So unable to have a conversation. Albeit I always aim for peace first. The questioning was not out of line. Her statement equally dull to match Rasa. Her track record proved this. Akroma was all about building bridges and alliances. She only became hostile and aggressive when pushed to the breaking point. No different than the Lights, Neutrals and whatever Angels that lurked in the skies above.
So it's somehow my fault, that you went to the Underworld and became it's Lady? That's not how judgement works, Akroma. Akrome merely blinked at the leader for a second before her response aired between them, Vanth did taketh my soul long ago. It hast long been in the vault before my descent. In my mortal, younger years I did hopeth ye would hath stolen it for thyself. That I hath proved my darkness did not run as deep as Vanth, Asmoday, Artemisia, or even Xerxes. She paused, wondering if Rasa would put together just what Akroma was hinting towards. I did knoweth I would be going to Hell, so I choseth to rise to the top so the enemies that did torture me for so many years would not hath the same ability to do so. It was true. She knew she was going to the pits of hell and would be surrounded by enemies that had made her mortal life a living hell. Best to rule over them than be their equal. She'd have the power to do something should she had needed to.
Rasa tried to calm herself and suddenly shackles clanked as each fell upon her coronet band. Vision cast down towards the sudden weight of the chains that took her by surprise before the duo vision cast back towards the Utopian monarch, invisible brows furrowed in confusion. Come with me. With that the winged creature before her moved and waited to see if her prisoner would follow. Were the chains really necessary? As if she would really be able to do anything with the pain of Utopia rejection coursing through her veins. Akroma could feel her feathered wings being tethered to her side by an invisible force, another measure put in place by Rasa no doubt. Where was she taking her? Akroma stepped forward, and then again. Fighting the weight of the cold steel that bound her together. She had promised Cadence she would behave, what else did she promise the roan, spotted King? Was Rasa going to follow through what her co-leader had wanted to accomplish? Will they be able to see me as well? Or will this be a one-sided viewing? Her question hinting at what she assumed they were about to go do.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 13, 2024 7:30:40 GMT -7
I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I know it's dire, my time today Rasa didn't hate Akroma. She hated what she had allowed herself to become. Lady of the Underworld - the epitome of all things carnal and evil. Did she really expect Rasa to trust her after that? If she had just stayed a demon, and not Lady over them all, perhaps Rasa could have found some hope inside herself that Akroma could be redeemed. However, she'd been dead a long time. She had been an angel a long time, and Lady even longer. She knew the consequences of reining in Hell would be great. The Underworld was meant to be corrupting and manipulative. There was no escaping that fact. I hath lost them once before when I felleth from Lady of the Underworld. I hath been to Asphodel twice. Once upon mine own death; the other when I left the throne. Rasa gave a small dip of her head, uttering, "It is a pain I wish on no one. I have seen what falling does to an angel. I hope I never have to see it again." He head lifted then, eyes staring at the spotted mare. "In all my years, I have never seen a demon crawl its way out of Hell to join us here, but I imagine it would be just as brutal." She did not want to speak more on the topic, perhaps she had already said too much, but if Akroma wanted Rasa to trust her again, she was going to have to know some things that no one else knew about Rasa. Like how she had, once upon a time, cast a angel from Utopia. But, she had also saved a demon from Hell - a man who had been wrong judged by the leadership at the time. She'd brought him back to Purgatory, demanded he do a task worthy of redemption. Wales had struggled with his tasks. After all, he had been a former Versai turned rapist. But Rasa didn't want him to rot in Hell, just because the Underworld got to him first. She'd wanted to give him a chance. So why now could she not give Akroma a chance? Wales had gotten one... perhaps she had turned too cynical and cold as she aged. Should I ever maketh thee transition Rasa, it will be to becometh Lady of Utopia, this I doth promise ye. Another glance at the demon, her head tilted, and Rasa nodded. "So be it, then." She wasn't going to try to talk Akroma out of it. She didn't think that Akroma was a bad leader. She would lead Utopia different, if she ever got to challenge Rasa for the position. Rasa could only hope that whatever happened, happened for the best of Utopia and not just for spite. Albeit I always aim for peace first. The questioning was not out of line. A conversational hum given, weight shifting as she eyed Akroma with a critical gaze. Vanth did taketh my soul long ago. It hast long been in the vault before my descent. In my mortal, younger years I did hopeth ye would hath stolen it for thyself. That I hath proved my darkness did not run as deep as Vanth, Asmoday, Artemisia, or even Xerxes. And yet Akroma had not communicated this to Rasa, so again, Rasa didn't see how it was her fault that Akroma ended up where she had. I did knoweth I would be going to Hell, so I choseth to rise to the top so the enemies that did torture me for so many years would not hath the same ability to do so.Now, that was something Rasa could relate to. Wanting that sort of revenge and power over enemies. She had craved it for so long, after her death - her slaughter - and the abuse she had suffered. "I am not really a fan of stealing souls, especially in times of peace. Not unless it's requested of me to take it. During war, we do what we have to, to stay strong. But in times of peace? Why take a soul, if they don't want to be here - or if I don't know they want to be here? I prefer demons well away from my home." Of course, she wasn't expecting Akroma to believer her. No one ever did. She'd even gotten angry at previous Lords to stealing souls without telling her first, because she didn't want to complicate things. She would rather those in Wild Equines give their souls willingly. The shackles rattled as Akroma began to step forward, following Rasa. Rasa slowed her pace to match it with Akroma - the two women walking side by side. Will they be able to see me as well? Or will this be a one-sided viewing? Rasa was quiet, and then turned her head to look at Akroma. "I can have them see you as well, if you'd like. They have not been beaten or tortured, just as you have not been. I told everyone they are prisoners, not punching bags, and I stand by those words."Rasa | 841 | Zohyd// w/ Akroma notes | xxx timeline | 20 years 8 months, late winter/early spring, morning, after Cadence is stolen, after exchanging Sly's soul for Hymn's freedom "Speech"
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Post by Zohyd// on Apr 19, 2024 13:17:11 GMT -7
It is a pain I wish on no one. I have seen what falling does to an angel. I hope I never have to see it again. In all my years, I have never seen a demon crawl its way out of Hell to join us here, but I imagine it would be just as brutal. There was clearly past knowledge and information that Rasa knew of that Akroma was not aware of. Something to do with an Angel falling to Utopia. Something she could not fault any Angel for doing if Utopia was becoming controlling and micro-managing in such a way. And while there certainly seemed to be more of a story there it was not something Akroma poked about. No use in prying for details as Rasa did not already offer more willingly. Perhaps a story for another time- preferably a more appropriate setting, not while she was a prisoner within Utopia. She was certain Angles and Demons have changed paths before. Perhaps not a common occurrence and not something she has witnessed and Rasa had only witnessed one transition- but no doubt there was times before their existence and there would be times after should they eventually fade in to the mists.
So be it, then. Another ending set of words to the conversation. The mahogany leader knew of Akroma's intentions should she rise from the ashes. She should not find herself surprised should the transition take place and Akroma challenge the long-term leader. But the idea of it all seemed far off and a bit far fetched even. War was still heavy and she needed to get her children home. And then there was still the idea of reincarnation. It was what Xerxes had promised her when this was all said and done. A part of her wished the marbled beast would fight for her but she knew he would not. She wasn't even sure how much she could trust him given their first encounter in Asphodel and how easily he could play the role of playful and loving. Were any of their moments real? Or was he simply toying with her emotions and manipulating her? She would never know.
I am not really a fan of stealing souls, especially in times of peace. Not unless it's requested of me to take it. During war, we do what we have to, to stay strong. But in times of peace? Why take a soul, if they don't want to be here - or if I don't know they want to be here? I prefer demons well away from my home. Her reasoning was poor. How many souls would rot in the vault of the Underworld because Rasa didn't want to prickle any feathers? Doth ye not keepeth track of the souls the Underworld dost contain? What if they hold the soul of one whom clearly dost not belongeth there and that individual should die before they art able to bargain? The questions were purposely there to rake Rasa's mind and understanding of her backseat to souls. I can see why ye would not wish to invite demons to thy home- but there art souls in that vault that doth no belongeth. I, myself, returned Divine's soul to her when I was Lady. But not all art so lucky. One would thinketh they would wish for the Afterlife they choose to follow and support would be proactive in protecting them. She didn't doubt Rasa would shy away from her words and was almost certain the Lady would have some reason as to dig down on her stance versus realizing maybe she has been a bit lazy. Maybe it was something she should be more involved in. The mortals certainly would be more willing to help and look at her in a different light should she offer to help with the retrieval. Or was she just too stuck in her ways?
She had questioned Rasa on if her own kin would be able to see her as well, there was a moment of silence before words finally reached her. I can have them see you as well, if you'd like. They have not been beaten or tortured, just as you have not been. I told everyone they are prisoners, not punching bags, and I stand by those words. Cadence had promised her that her children were safe as well- he wanted to be the one to complete this task. She wondered how his time was going in the Underworld. Was Tecca trying to worm her way onto his dick? Considering how fast Xerxes had retaliated she doubted things were anymore civil than what was happening between herself and Rasa. I am not sure the Underworld dost hold the same standards. Velvet kissers were tight as her words held no lightness, no jest. The thought of Xerxes treating Cadence poorly annoyed her. He had been kind to Akroma. She knew the demons below and many would happily take a chance to swing at the Angel Lord if given the chance. Might this be a one sided viewing, please? She wasn't entirely sure her twins cared to see her. But she also didn't want them to see their mother in chains and lose hope for their own situation and give way to the mists.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 26, 2024 8:17:17 GMT -7
I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I know it's dire, my time today There were, actually, few equines that Rasa hated in this world - and most of them no longer existed, either gone beyond the realm of Wild Equines or lost to the Mists. First was Dravos, and then there was Antichrist. Both of them were long gone. Then there was Charm, the Shire that had held Talia captive for so long, before she became Lady of Utopia. Rasa had done everything in her power to get the angel back and she was glad to say that Talia was in Utopia again, safe and sound - mostly, anyway. Xerxes: did she hate him? Rasa wasn't sure. Her mind wanted to say yes, without a doubt, she hated the Lord of the Underworld - but her heart was conflicted. He had been wronged by the Versai. Perhaps his slaughter had altered him somehow, made him more dark abd dastardly. It did not escape her that all those whom she hated thus far were men, though she did not consider herself a "man-hater" as some women did. Like her granddaughter, Lady Fantasma, considered herself to be. Rasa did not freely hate others. She tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, a chance to redeem themselves, but Xerxes - was he redeemable? Or was he too far gone? He seemed more than content to be the Ruler of the Damned. Perhaps she ought to hate him, especially considering the war she'd declared against him and Teca, yet sometimes she wasn't so sure. This was one of those times. Doth ye not keepeth track of the souls the Underworld dost contain? What if they hold the soul of one whom clearly dost not belongeth there and that individual should die before they art able to bargain? Rasa arched a brow at the speckled appaloosa. "I do my best to keep track of all the comings and goings of souls, yes," she stated calmly, though quieted as the witchy woman continued on to say, I can see why ye would not wish to invite demons to thy home- but there art souls in that vault that doth no belongeth. I, myself, returned Divine's soul to her when I was Lady. But not all art so lucky. One would thinketh they would wish for the Afterlife they choose to follow and support would be proactive in protecting them. To this, she smiled slightly, though it was not a look of joy nor any sort of happiness. "I have saved souls from the Underworld before, Akroma. I plucked a wrongly judged soul from the depths of Hell once upon a time as well. He'd been wrongly judged, and though he'd committed crimes that were heinous he wanted a chance to be forgiven. I gave him that chance." She paused a beat and then, just as calmly, added, "He failed." Wales had faded into nothingness, unable to complete his tasks, most of those he had wronged unable to find it in themselves to forgive him. She'd given him another chance, but he had been too weak-willed to push through the hardships and redeem himself. When Rasa explained that Akroma's children were not being tormented, merely being held captive, there was a bit of tension. Akroma's expression was tight-lipped as she spoke. I am not sure the Underworld dost hold the same standards. Rasa thought of Cadence and of Leviathan. She pictured them being broken down and beaten, brutalized beyond recognition. He feathered wings ruffled and she snorted, eyes forward as she said, "I have no doubt they are facing hardships." Her tone was angry, but not argumentative. Might this be a one sided viewing, please? A nod was given as they walked, the Lady of Utopia using her supernatural powers to keep Venari and Everest from being able to see her or their mother. They would not be able to hear them, either, just in case Akroma wished to ask questions while they passed by. "They will neither hear nor see us." They were approaching Everest now, and several feet away, Venari could be found. The twins and their mother were all kept separate. As a mother, it made her heart ache to keep children away from their mother, but as a war maiden... she knew it must be done. Her and Akroma walked, Rasa slowing her pace enough to allow Akroma a good look at her children as they passed, should she wish it. "When the time does come for you all to be returned home, Akroma, I do hope you will remember our conversation. I understand you may not like me, may even hate me, but that hatred would only be one-sided." They bay angel looked over at the shackled demon, frowning subtly. "I do sincerely apologize for all that has gone wrong between us. I do not trust you now, as you may know, but who is to say I may not learn to trust you again later?"Rasa | 819 | Zohyd// w/ Akroma notes | I LOVE this thread so much <3 timeline | 20 years 8 months, late winter/early spring, morning, after Cadence is stolen, after exchanging Sly's soul for Hymn's freedom "Speech"
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