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Post by A z z y on Jul 22, 2023 7:42:59 GMT -7
There was a glowing sense of pride, possibly for the first time since she had been crowned, towards Teca. She had been proactive in retaliation, pulling the child of Rasa into the depths of Hell once more. Would this be enough to have Rasa break rank? Would she finally yield? Would those iron walls she had encased herself in finally be breached by the prospect her beloved half-breed of a son may meet the same end as Nehemiah? Granted, such a demise may take more time, it may be more painful, but Xerxes no longer put it past the mahogany wretch and what she would willingly allow those allied to her to endure. And for what? Her love? Her mercy? Both ideas caused a twisted and somewhat depraved leer to cut into the onyx labrets of the dread Lord. Teca had managed to drag Leviathan back to the Underworld, not his first stint and it would unlikely be his last. Especially if Rasa was foolish to think he would stop now, even if the war came to a conclusion he would never stop. They had opened Pandora's box and would have a hard time putting the monster away again… if they ever could.
The bone stained behemoth traversed through the towering stone spires that erupted from the earth, weaving through them with a refined precision and ease. Each step was driven into the earth beneath him, each step powered by the need to see the foolish child who had dared cross his threshold, who had dared lay a hoof upon one of Xerxes' own demons. Rasa had sent a mouse into the snake's nest and soon would learn the cost of her idiocy. Too proud to even meet with the devil himself, too stoic, too important to risk herself to show an ounce of humility. Xerxes shook his handsome atlas, the depths of his hellish spheres sparkling as he merged into the shadows. The glow of pandemonium was enough to light even the darkest parts of the Underworld, and even as Xerxes descended deeper down into the chasms of the abyss, he could spy precisely who he wished to visit.
He observed Leviathan from the murk, not trying to hide himself nor out himself to the daeva. The Underworld would neither reject or accept the half blood, if Xerxes offered Leviathan the same mercy he had to Nehemiah it would be easier for him to attempt to leave. That being said, Xerxes would relish in the opportunity to put the rat down. Let Rasa know who was truly holding the cards. After a moment, he moved from the darkness, stepping into the dimly lit cavern where Leviathan was held. Without asking or hinting, the pressure of the abyss alleviated slightly, easing the rejection and acceptance Leviathan would feel. Despite his towering mass, he rested a hind dagger on its apex, his shoulder coming to rest upon the side of the cell wall. How long do we think she'll leave you here for then? his nordic tones were playful, a teasing bite in them as he looked to the fallen daeva once again, curious to see how this would play out.
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Post by fleabittengray on Aug 8, 2023 5:58:22 GMT -7
x LEVIATHAN Time had passed since he'd entered the Underworld. He did not expect his mother to come barreling in after him. She was not reckless that way. She was going to have to find some other way to get him home. Until they, Levi bided his time by lurking in the Underworld, learning what he could about the place that could just as easily be his home despite a part of it always trying to cast away his angelic side. Utopia did the same with his demonic blood. He was not fully welcomed by either place and never would be. That was the struggle of a Daeva. Half angel, half demon, completely immortal. It was no wonder that the Underworld had always been intrigued by him since the day of birth and it was exposed that he carried dark blood in his veins. A half-demon child born to the Lady of Utopia. Had it been consensually? Who was the father? Levi sometimes wished he knew his heritage, so he could trace back his roots on his father's side, but he knew nothing about his paternal blood. He doubted his mother would ever tell him. How long do we think she'll leave you here for then? The voice belonged to Xerxes, outside of the cell wall that was keeping Leviathan captive. The youth chuckled a little, quiet and contemplative. "I'm not worried about it, Xerxes. I will return home when the time is right," was his simple response. Leviathan could spend his imprisonment worrying himself sick over things he had no control over, or he could bide his time, waiting for more to come of this war. He could learn from those around him, even those that just walked by his cell having general conversations that he took no part of. He would eat up and tiny grains of information that he could report back to Utopia with. He would not let his capture be in vain. "Does it bother you that I am unbothered by it?" the boy asked, curious. He was not afraid of poking the dragon, just a bit, to see what made the behemoth tick. A z z y w/ Xerxes 357 | LeviathanThis should be interesting... 3 years 2 months, summer, he has been in the Underworld for a few weeks, his injuries are all healed from battle with Zeitgeist
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Post by A z z y on Aug 20, 2023 23:15:43 GMT -7
The bone hued behemoth eyed his captive with intrigue, if only for a short period of time. Not because of his lineage, nor the putrid middle ground he sat upon, but because of his health. Perfect, pristine, rendered unscathed. Am intangible brow quirked over a single hellfire hued optic as that pride began to lay waste to ire. It was the utopians who had stolen his brood, it was this very piece of shit who had waltzed in to the Underworld and scuffled with Zeitgeist. If the lady of hell had dragged him here, it had been willingly. He stifled the snarl that threatened to roll through him, he muted the urge to summon the blood and bone hued woman here and demand to know why Leviathan was in such good shape. Had she healed him? Was this entirely her doing? Xerxes kept his contemplations to himself, a thoughtful hum resounding from within the devil's chest as Leviathan spoke. "I'm not worried about it, Xerxes. I will return home when the time is right," it was likely Nehemiah thought the very same. It was this very indifference, that Leviathan likely inherited from his mother, that would be his, and hers, downfall. Xerxes remained eerily still, calm, unreadable. The carnal urge to tear strips off Leviathan and send them to his mother piece by bloodied piece was almost overwhelming.
"Does it bother you that I am unbothered by it?" came a probing question, a quiz delivered in the hopes of an answer, be that a verbal response or the one Leviathan was truly digging for, it mattered not. Xerxes shook his domepiece easily, the length of gilded chain draped across his features shimmered in the meagre light provided. Why would it? he quizzed back, a wry smile curving his inky lips as he did so. Leviathan being unbothered by this situation said more about the daeva than it did Xerxes, it said more about his mother, his realm, his existence… Xerxes rolled his chiselled shoulders in an off handed shrug, At the end of it all Leviathan, I am precisely where I want to be. I can't imagine the same can be said for you. The lack of care, the absence of passion but the desire to control, to remain untouchable, unattainable… how long would Rasa's followers buy it? How long would they swallow being sentenced to death for something that could have very well been avoided? How are my children? he asked easily, his tones vacant of an emotion, but the fire in those glowering eyes may have said otherwise. The truth was he knew exactly how at least Everest was doing, given it wasn't so long ago that a daeva had come from Utopia sired by that very fiend. Did Leviathan know? Did Rasa? That even in Utopia, those long, gnarled hands of the Underworld still crept in…
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Post by fleabittengray on Aug 24, 2023 5:03:42 GMT -7
x LEVIATHAN Xerxes did not frighten the young Daeva. Leviathan respected the Lord of the Underworld because he knew what power that he possessed - the very same powers that belonged to his mother. Levi himself had inherited some powers from her, as well as whoever his father had been. The ability to give out miracles as well as projecting images inside of someone's head. He could not read their thoughts as his mother could, but he could make them see things. Make them think things, in a way, that they might not otherwise think. However, Levi was like his mother in regards to his powers. He did not like to use them unless provoked. Unless it was necessary to use them. Why invade others minds when you could just talk to them and get to know them instead? Just because he'd been granted powers didn't mean he had to use them! Though using his gift of miracles to restore Dark Woods when it had been destroyed by the Helkaer's fires was something he was proud of, even if it hadn't been much, considering he was still young, still learning how to use his powers properly, but it had been something helpful. Leviathan had a feeling that Xerxes was not as calm as he was presenting himself to be. Levi assumed the Lord of Darkness was boiling with rage, underneath his calm exterior, though the Daeva had to give it to him - he seemed completely and utterly calm, just by looking at him from what he could see over the cell door. Why would it? True in his own calmness, Leviathan shrugged. "I don't know, I was just curious," he answered honestly, because Levi was nothing but honest. It was how he had been raised. At the end of it all Leviathan, I am precisely where I want to be. I can't imagine the same can be said for you. Hips lips twitched slightly into a somewhat amused, if a bit pained, grin. "Can't say I enjoy being here in the Underworld, no, that's very true." He was entirely loyal to Utopia and always had been. He figured he always would be. How are my children? Everest and Venari, his twins, his children, captured and secured in Utopia for quite some time now. "They're alright. Utopians are not allowed to bully, bruise, or maim them if that's what you're asking. They are prisoners, not punching bags." He did not mean anything ill by those words, did not mean to assume that the demons were harming anyone trapped here (even if they probably were). He was just stating facts. Even Rasa herself did not torture the demons that were trapped in the Heavens right now. A z z y w/ Xerxes 451 | LeviathanThese two are intense in a thread together o.o 3 years 2 months, summer, he has been in the Underworld for a few weeks, his injuries are all healed from battle with Zeitgeist
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Post by A z z y on Oct 16, 2023 5:52:22 GMT -7
Xerxes remained eerily calm, poised, refined. The depths of his flame stained optics did not leave the spawn of Rasa, they did not waiver nor bend. It was like rot, the indifference of the Utopian woman and all those she touched, it set in deep and it caused such instability within her ranks. It had set in to her child, it was why her angels were not as active upon the mortal realm as they perhaps should be. Xerxes flicked a single lobe towards the daeva, the words of the creature echoing about the confines of the cell slightly. "I don't know, I was just curious," Leviathan responded, causing the swarthy lips of the heathen King to twitch into a wry smirk. He said nothing though, for he did not care enough to explore it further. "Can't say I enjoy being here in the Underworld, no, that's very true." Leviathan continued on, this time with a bit more humour in his words, his own mouth curled into some semblance of a grin. Xerxes quirked a brow slightly, readjusting his towering form upon the black stone floor as the utopian remained in place. Then why did you agree to venture into the Underworld? Did you sincerely believe you could do her dirty work and escape entirely unscathed? Xerxes probed, his tones just as flat and as lifeless as those Leviathan had used earlier.
Xerxes took the wheel of the conversation, steering it brutally towards the topic of his children, wanting to know what had become of his darling twins. "They're alright. Utopians are not allowed to bully, bruise, or maim them if that's what you're asking. They are prisoners, not punching bags." The response garnered a sneer from the devil, his dome shaking at the words of the fallen daeva as if they were truly amusing. No, Rasa and her angels only bully, bruise and maim when they ambush them and drag them to Utopia. I am under no illusion that neither of my children were taken quite as gently as you were. Xerxes was animated suddenly, each muscle moving beneath his polished marble flesh is perfect tandem, his banner was held slightly higher, his nape curled, ready to strike. He moved around the winged shit, studying him intently as if it were the first time, his lampistras two heat seeking beams upon the obsidian hide of his prisoner. What do you think of her decision - to declare a war without even attempting to retrieve Nehemiah? To not even try to talk to Mictecacihautl and I? His words were low, dangerously so, curious as to how far he would defend the actions of the one who had done nothing but allow her Lord to rot and sentence mortals to a war they needn't have been involved in.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 21, 2023 0:04:31 GMT -7
x LEVIATHAN For being just a boy, Leviathan was very wise beyond his years. He had always been a thinker, always so serious, though he'd still made time to play with Nessa and later on, with his younger sister, Hayyel. He liked to think that he was balanced. He had his serious side and his playful side. Right now, trapped in his cell for who knew how long, he was very much on the serious side of things. He watched the larger Xerxes, Lord of Hell, with a neutral gaze. There was a calmness beyond his years in those eyes, an almost compassion for the demon, as if he alone completely understood him. Levi did not know much about Xerxes, only the basics, really, but he felt it was enough to get a decent grasp on him. He understood that he was angry and liked to hold a grudge. To Levi, holding a grudge sounded exhausting. Sometimes, it was more worth it to just let things go. Then again, Xerxes had been brutally slaughtered by the Versai - perhaps he still needed time to heal from the trauma. However, trauma did not give you an excuse to be wicked and cruel. There was never any excuse for wickedness like that. Then why did you agree to venture into the Underworld? Did you sincerely believe you could do her dirty work and escape entirely unscathed? Levi's horned head tilted slightly, considering the question, pondering over how he might answer before, finally, speaking. "I did it because my mother asked me to. I didn't expect to get out at all, honestly, so I'm quite pleased with what I accomplished - even if I'm stuck here now." There was honesty and even a bit of humor in his words as he spoke, despite the severity of the situation. "I am loyal to my mother, to Utopia. I am capable of existing here without the traumatic pain of a regular angel. It just makes sense that I would be the one to send." It made sense to him, anyway. Why would she ask anyone else? Why would Rasa risk it herself, when the Underworld would weaken her, and leave Utopia all the more vulnerable? No, Rasa and her angels only bully, bruise and maim when they ambush them and drag them to Utopia. I am under no illusion that neither of my children were taken quite as gently as you were. Levi eyed Xerxes with a critical gaze, frowning thoughtfully. "Rage will do funny things to even the most honorable of horses. Long time pain and suffering can turn even a gentle soul into a monster, even momentarily. My mother, however, does not want to torture your children in Utopia. She merely wants to hold them captive, until it is time for them to return to their true home. Just as, eventually, it will be my turn to return home." The brute ruffled his feathers, the previously injured wing healed but still a bit sore from lack of use. He wished desperately to go for a long flight, as soon as possible. Xerxes was circling him then, like a hound, ready to strike. Leviathan held himself still, letting his eyes follow the hell beast. His ears twitched in slight annoyance and discomfort, but otherwise, he did not move. What do you think of her decision - to declare a war without even attempting to retrieve Nehemiah? To not even try to talk to Mictecacihautl and I? What did he think? Did Xerxes truly care? Was it a trick question? "I think she was angry, and reasonably so. Her Lord was forcibly taken, never to be returned. Should she have reached out and communicated? Perhaps. But would it have changed anything, Xerxes? Honestly?" It was Levi's turn to question the Lord now. "Would a simple conversation have been enough for you? For Mictecacihautl? Could a mere conversation have prevented a war?" He paused, giving a quiet sigh. "I think this war was a long time coming, Xerxes. It was bound to happen eventually. My mother is not perfect, no one is, but I do believe she did what she thought was best."A z z y w/ Xerxes 692 | Leviathannotes 3 years 2 months, summer, he has been in the Underworld for a few weeks, his injuries are all healed from battle with Zeitgeist
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Post by A z z y on Feb 2, 2024 6:48:22 GMT -7
There would have been those in the world who would have found Leviathan's demeanour endearing, calming. They would have found solace within the still waters of his personality, a constant, relaxing presence. Whether or not it was intended, Xerxes found it to have the complete opposite effect - he found it to be condescending, patronising, as if he had seen all, experienced all. As if he had lived and had experiences that allowed him to garner such an old soul view of the world. But he had not lived - he was the child of Rasa and a devil long forgotten, he was evidence that the Underworld could infiltrate anywhere they so wanted, that they had power, dominance. If these thoughts were to be voiced, he knew the response he would get - but Leviathan is a Utopian, he is a good soul, he is evidence that good can come from evil. But was he truly good? He was his mother's son and it was not exactly uncommon knowledge that even Rasa, the head of Utopia, the one who lay our virtues for her angels to adhere to, was not as nice as she made out to be. "I did it because my mother asked me to. I didn't expect to get out at all, honestly, so I'm quite pleased with what I accomplished - even if I'm stuck here now. I am loyal to my mother, to Utopia. I am capable of existing here without the traumatic pain of a regular angel. It just makes sense that I would be the one to send." Xerxes hummed thoughtfully, an ominous sound that promised a tempest. A maelstrom was brewing within Lucifer, a storm he doubted Leviathan could weather well.
Ah yes, mother asked you to. Silly me for thinking you had enough spine to think for yourself. Whilst the Underworld may not cause you as much pain as one of your angels… he trailed off, advancing upon the child of Rasa dangerously. I certainly can. There was a promise in his words, a deadly edge to them, a test. He held the gaze of the obsidian daeva for a moment longer, the breath before the jump, he dangled the threat of agony over him and yet he knew he would be met with stoicism. As soon as the threat emerged was the blade concealed again, bolstered for the right moment. It would be all too easy to exact his powers upon him, to remind him of precisely where he was currently held. For now, at least. "Rage will do funny things to even the most honorable of horses. Long time pain and suffering can turn even a gentle soul into a monster, even momentarily. My mother, however, does not want to torture your children in Utopia. She merely wants to hold them captive, until it is time for them to return to their true home. Just as, eventually, it will be my turn to return home.” Xerxes scoffed, a burst of hollow laughter resonating from within him as he turned his flame hued scrutiny upon Leviathan. So your mother may be allowed her rage, her ire, and yet I am not? You speak as if you know much, as if you have lived and experienced all there is life can offer… but you know nothing. You have experienced nothing. Do not lecture me on rage and honour, Leviathan, when you have experienced neither. If the hole you fell out of has anything of worth between her ears, she'd show mercy to Everest. For when he is returned, and he will be, he will make my wrath look like a summer's breeze. If there was one thing Xerxes was certain of, Everest would hunt Utopia down until none remained, he would gut the angels who took Jim to Utopia, he would defile any he wanted and he would do so with joy in his heart. Of all his children, if asked, Xerxes would admit he feared the black fiend the most.
On the topic of how such events could have been prevented, Leviathan danced with irritation as it flickered behind his eyes, a moment of calm before he gave his verdict. "I think she was angry, and reasonably so. Her Lord was forcibly taken, never to be returned. Should she have reached out and communicated? Perhaps. But would it have changed anything, Xerxes? Honestly? Would a simple conversation have been enough for you? For Mictecacihautl? Could a mere conversation have prevented a war? I think this war was a long time coming, Xerxes. It was bound to happen eventually. My mother is not perfect, no one is, but I do believe she did what she thought was best.” Xerxes studied Leviathan fiercely, his enamels forced together as he deliberated a response. Her Lord was never to be seen again by her own doing - she had plenty of time, plenty of opportunity to seek out Mictecacihautl and I before Nehemiah faded. That would have prevented a war, and if it was she so set to cross swords with us, then the mortals need not have been involved. Our allies will fight and die on both sides because of her inaction, her inability, to swallow her pride… you speak as if it has not been tit for tat. Throughout all of time. As if Utopia has not poked the vipers nest on many occasion… and yet we have not declared a war… Xerxes paused, his gaze easy, levelled, yet the inferno within them would not have gone unnoticed. With a slice of his ivory cords against the strong lines of his rear canons, Xerxes turned to Leviathan once more. How would you suggest we resolve this?
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 16, 2024 8:21:40 GMT -7
x LEVIATHAN He got the impression that Xerxes was a bit obsessed with the past. His own past, at least. But what did he know of the extensive history of Utopia and the Underworld? Or of the mortals? Had his own parents informed him of Wild Equines' rich history? Rasa had made sure to teach him and Hayyel as much as she could. Lat always had good stories to tell as well. Leviathan had learned to think of all aspects of a situation, and not just his own side. He tried to be empathetic toward others, even if he didn't like them - like his case with Xerxes and Teca. He did not like either of them, but he was going to try and still empathize with them. Did Xerxes know how to do that? To show empathy towards others that were his enemy, or that he did not care about at all? Or was it something he would mock Leviathan for? Levi felt like he could do no right in the Lord's eyes - unless he decided to join the Underworld. But even if he did, Xerxes would never trust him, would he? How could he? Son of Rasa, always so loyal to Utopia... how could any demon trust him? Ah yes, mother asked you to. Silly me for thinking you had enough spine to think for yourself. Whilst the Underworld may not cause you as much pain as one of your angels… The dark lord trailed off before ominously adding, I certainly can. If he expected Leviathan to throw himself at the Lord's feet and beg to be spared, well, he wasn't going to get that. "I am aware," the boy responded, calm as can be. "But what purpose would that serve? Causing me pain and suffering? What would it accomplish, other than, perhaps, making you feel good about yourself?" His tone was not accusatory, his reddened eyes watching the beast with curiosity within them. How would the dread lord react to such a question? Would he attempt to strike Levi down, bring him to his knees to beg for mercy? It would take more than pain to get him to turn his back on his family. His home. Xerxes's laughter, more of a scoff, really, had Levi's head tilting. So your mother may be allowed her rage, her ire, and yet I am not? You speak as if you know much, as if you have lived and experienced all there is life can offer… but you know nothing. You have experienced nothing. Do not lecture me on rage and honour, Leviathan, when you have experienced neither. If the hole you fell out of has anything of worth between her ears, she'd show mercy to Everest. For when he is returned, and he will be, he will make my wrath look like a summer's breeze. Confusion showed on his face for a moment. "Of course, you can be angry. Your feelings and emotions are just as valid as anyone else's, Xerxes, but rage is never an excuse for wickedness and cruelty. And again. Everest and Venari are not being tormented. They are not being strung up by their legs and beaten. No one is allowed to be cruel to them, or they will be punished themselves. They are prisoners of war, not objects to be kicked around for no reason." Could the same be said for him? Would those in the Underworld give him the same sort of respect, to not harm him while he was practically defenseless? "If Everest wants to retaliate, that's on him. If he wants to repeat the cycle instead of break it, that is his decision to make." A simple shrug was given after he spoke. Her Lord was never to be seen again by her own doing - she had plenty of time, plenty of opportunity to seek out Mictecacihautl and I before Nehemiah faded. That would have prevented a war, and if it was she so set to cross swords with us, then the mortals need not have been involved. Our allies will fight and die on both sides because of her inaction, her inability, to swallow her pride… you speak as if it has not been tit for tat. Throughout all of time. As if Utopia has not poked the vipers nest on many occasion… and yet we have not declared a war… Levi chuckled at the misinformation. "The Underworld has tried in the past to declare war. Mother simply ignored it. And the Underworld did not do much in way of persisting. I think maybe they ended up in a leadership change, and war ended up being put aside for the time being." He said nothing more on the topic, for now, as Xerxes spoke again. How would you suggest we resolve this? Asking him, just a boy, what to do to resolve the war? Leviathan smiled, crooked and amused. "I think you're all being ridiculous and should all just get along. Let the past remain in the past, and push for a brighter future. But what do I know? I'm only just a boy." After all, Xerxes had just said himself that Leviathan knew nothing. A z z y w/ Xerxes 865 | LeviathanSassy pants <.< 3 years 2 months, summer, he has been in the Underworld for a few weeks, his injuries are all healed from battle with Zeitgeist
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 26, 2024 14:06:21 GMT -7
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