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Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Leviathan (fleabittengray ) and Zeitgeist (☽ caely ☾).

Prompt:

Being held prisoner within the Underworld means that Leviathan has no choice but be subject to the Underworld's inhabitants and their cruel ways. So how will he hold up when Zeitgeist comes to play?

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 25th, 2024.

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Zeitgeist

Oderint dum metuant

Through the imperial gates of Hell the ivory hellion walked. His soulless voids traced the details of archway as he passed through. On the other side, scent of molten rock and Hellfire felt like he had entered the most comforting place in the world. The red, orange, and yellowy glow that seemed to reflect on all that it touched, including the ivory skin of the beast. His silvery coat absorbed the color, and almost appeared as though he was a creature painted in the theme of fire. Even his red markings were nearly unrecognizable with the warm glow coloring him so brightly. As he continued near the most inner depths, the heat increased and washed over him. It was a welcome sensation. On the top side, the world was entering the end of fall and into the icy grips of winter, which was not something he looked forward to. Zeitgeist had become more than acclimated to the warm temperatures in the world below, which meant his daily earthly patrols at The Whore House had begun to leave him yearning for the comforting warmth of the Underworld.

He moved towards the lair of the King of Hell and Lady of Hell to report his findings of the day. Nothing to report… again. It irked him greatly to continually turn up with nothing, but it also made him question just what the Hell was going on topside. What were the Angels planning and why was everything so quiet? His eyes narrowed as he moved towards the guarded abode. The corners of his lips curled down to show his displeasure as he approached. Two lackadaisical, low-level demons seemed to be in deep conversation as Zeitgeist drew closer. He found the two particularly pathetic in the way they just hung about hoping someone, maybe even Xerxes’ himself, would give them something to do. There was plenty to do without having to be told, which was what irritated the ghoul the most. He moved to continue by when one opened their mouth ”Zeitgeist.” They greeted him and he sighed, rolling his eyes in his skull as he turned his head to look at them. "Can’t you two find anything to do without having to be told." Zeitgeist hissed, his auds flicked back and a less than perky, happy expression on his face. ”Well we want to do something worthwhile. We don’t want to do boring, stupid things.” A single twitched and one side of Zeitgeist’s lip turned up with revulsion. What could be more important than patrolling Hell? Zeitgeist inhaled and sighed heavily. He did not have time to argue with these dingbats all day. "Find something to do and get out of my sight before I find you a more excruciatingly monotonous job." With that he began to walk off, when one of the demons called after him. ”Oh, we have some information for you.” Zeitgeist paused and simply flicked an aud in their direction. No doubt this excited their hopes, and they were probably silently celebrating with excited looks behind his back. ”Yes well. Hell has a prisoner.” The demon spoke in vague terms, further irritating the already annoyed hellion. He clenched his jaw as he attempted to restrain himself from turning towards the two demons and breaking their knees for wasting his time. He released a low rumbling growl from his chest, which must have alerted the other demon. ”Leviathan. His name is Leviathan.” Zeitgeist’s dome tilted curiously, and turned towards the lowly demons. Just enough that a narrowed, colorless optic stared towards them. A tense silence formed as he stared at them, until his deep Irish tones escaped his maw, "Go to earth and see what you can find out about what the Angels are up to. Report back to me by the end of the day." Zeitgeist said, and he watched the lowly demons practically run into one another as they moved with haste in the direction from whence he came. Zeitgeist’s lips twitched as his memories of his interception of the black demon child of Rasa. Slowly his lips formed a mischievous grin as he turned and began to move towards where the prisoners were kept.

His ashen daggers scraped against the rock and echoed eerily as he, otherwise silently, approached. His eyes grew wider and wider with each passing moment as the anticipation of seeing this little bastard again. Zeitgeist had hoped to see him on the battlefield, but this would do. He passed through an arch way and nearly passed the black daeva. He turned and moved straight towards the horned and winged colt. Zeitgeist halted a few feet away and the grin, which had since dissipated, returned. He could barely contain his excitement but managed. Zeitgeist hummed as he peered at the colt that had managed to impale him. Only by sheer luck that it was not fatal. "Welcome back to Hell, Little Prince." He said before he continued, "I hope that you are finding your stay… ever so pleasant." His words coated with sarcasm and malice, which were laid on heavy at the last few words of his sentence. Zeitgeist’s lips pressed together as he clenched his jaws together. Muscles visibly jumping in his jowls as he held back from immediately attacking the half devil child of Rasa. He had been waiting since the beginning of the war to sink his teeth into Leviathan. In fact, he had dreamed and obsessively ruminated over it. But how long could he control himself..? Past patterns of action would lean towards less than more time.

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LEVIATHAN

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This cell was all he knew anymore. This was what his life had become. The same four walls, the same ceiling, the same everything. He was doing his best to keep himself from getting lost in the solitude of captivity, trying to keep his mind strong while his body began to weaken due to not being able to really do... much of anything. He didn't get out to stretch his legs or his wings, the right one still slightly stiff despite having fully healed from his injuries received in his battle against the demon... what was his name? Levi didn't remember if he knew it or not. He sighed heavily, his reddened eyes closed as he stood leaning against the rough rocky wall of his cell. The wall was cooler than the hot atmosphere of hell and it provided him some comfort. Despite being here for some time now, Levi still was not used to the heat of Hell. It was so very different than the cool, perfect climate of Utopia. How could anybody enjoy living here? At least there wasn't any sticky humidity to the atmosphere it was just a little too warm to be comfortable. He supposed those that lived here eventually got used to it. He hoped he never had to.

He still had his eyes closed, still pressed up against the wall, when he noticed the sound of shuffling hooves against the hard packed earth of the cells area. He didn't think much of it - there were always demons coming and going, most didn't pay him much attention - but as the Daeva's ears twitched, listening to the sound getting steadily closer... closer.... he could not help but to wonder if, perhaps, this particular demon was coming to harass him. Snorting softly, already annoyed with the potential demon, he pulled himself away from the wall and turned his large bodice to face the entrance of his cell. There he stood, waiting for the demon to make an appearance, though it certainly wasn't someone he was expecting to see.

It was the demon he had fought upon his initial adventure into the Underworld. Leviathan quirked a brow at him, huffing out a bitterly amused chuckle. "Welcome back to Hell, Little Prince. I hope that you are finding your stay… ever so pleasant." The words dripped with heavy sarcasm. Levi had to fight not to roll his eyes at the other brute. Instead, he just stared at him. "I find it rather hot and boring, actually," he stated bluntly, casually letting a hind hoof rest on its tip. Goodness, his body felt so damn stiff! He missed being able to actually, ya know, walk around. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd taken a walk. It felt like forever.


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3 years 4 months, autumn, Act 2 thread 3 (after Liberius), he is fully healed from his initial fight with Zeitgeist

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Zeitgeist

Oderint dum metuant

Before the white hellion entered the cell he paused at the sounds of movement on the rocky floor and a soft snort. He blinked his hollowed, lifeless eyes as a grin of excitement found its way upon his lips. He inhaled and composed himself as he turned and entered the cell. At attention, and completely trapped, stood the black bastard child of rasa. Half angel and half demon. An abomination as far as the devilish heathen was concerned, and that judgement was only because he did not choose the obvious side. The right side. His demon side. Instead, he chose the light and all things divine. Still, Zeitgeist had more beef with the black daeva than just that he had chosen his mother’s side in life. It was not just that. It was that the trapped little bird before him had bested him and gotten away. Not unscathed but he had gotten away nonetheless. However, his chances of getting away now were less likely.

Zeitgeist had greeted the lad and sarcastically asked if he had been enjoying his stay. The son of Rasa merely quirked a brow and offered an amused, maybe even annoyed, chuckle. Zeitgeist’s eyes narrowed as the young stallion stared at him, with no emotion and no reaction, which caused a frown of disappointment to find it’s way on the demons’ lips. ”I find it rather hot and boring, actually,” The other stallion said rather abruptly and with indifference. Zeitgeist inhaled and sighed with annoyance of his own. Zeitgiest already found himself growing impatient and irritated by the young daeva’s presence. The left side of his upper lip lifted in cadence with his haunting eyes, which narrowed ever so slightly, leaving an expression of mild disgust upon his regal façade. "I suppose one might become ‘bored’ when stuck in a cell, and often chained to a wall, for days on end." Zeitgeist spoke with a haughty tone, ignoring the obvious sarcasm that formed on Leviathian’s words like a fungus to a log. "Say, speaking of days, how many days has it been that you have been a prisoner of war, eh?" Zeitgeist sneered at the young stallion, almost with pity in his eyes as his words dripped with a heavy Irish brogue.

Surely Rasa would make an effort to break her half demon spawn from his prison, no? Surely, she would not allow him to suffer the same fate as Nehemiah… But then again, Zeitgeist reminded himself, that the daeva was half demon. He would likely last much longer than Nehemiah, but his loyalties resided with the heavens. How long could a daeva last in the underworld when their allegiance lay with the utopians? Zeitgeist tilted his head ever so slightly, as he aimed to begin to speak, however nothing came out. He would allow the air of ‘something left unsaid’ to linger a while longer. Just to see what this caged bird might do.

let them hate, so long as they fear

Artwork by DetatchedAgressor

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LEVIATHAN

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Leviathan knew better than to trust a demon. Every interaction he had had with demons had been laced with nefarious intent. They had always wanted him to come to their side, from the day he was born, since the day they discovered he was a thing that could be created. Hell wanted him, and those like him, for their own gain. His mother, however, had always seen Leviathan as his own being - able to pick what he wanted to be in life, able to choose his own sides in all things. She did not control him, as seemed to be the popular consensus, but rather encourage him, as well as his darling sister, Hayyel, to be their own selves. Whatever that may be. It just so happened to be that they had both picked Utopia. Leviathan would never want to pick any other side. It was not because it was all he had been exposed to, because he had been exposed to the Underworld quite young, when he'd been stolen by a demon by the name of Jason Voorhees. This was not the first, and probably not the last, time he would spend in the cells of the Underworld. He had been just a boy then. And he may be considered just a boy still, but with all he had been through, Leviathan thought it right to call himself a man now. A young man, surely, but a man nonetheless.

The demon that entered his cell, Levi could not quite remember his name at the moment, was the very same one that he's valiantly fought against upon entering the hellfire realm to search for Nehemiah. He expected annoyance, anger, even rage. He would not put it past this hellhound to attack him now, now that Leviathan had nowhere to go and had less strength than he'd had before. It was shameful, to attack a prisoner when they were unable to properly retaliate. But it was not a physical attack that the brute gave Leviathan; instead, it was narrowed eyes and something akin to suspicion. Ha! As if Levi had any way of getting the best of the brute that stood before him. Not here. Not now. "I suppose one might become ‘bored’ when stuck in a cell, and often chained to a wall, for days on end." Leviathan glanced down at his legs, almost comically, and blinked. There were no chains and shackles locked around his ankles. Good thing, too. That would properly be most uncomfortable. Looking back up, a lopsided and witting grin upon his lips, Leviathan asked, "Have experience with being chained up, then, my friend?"

It probably was not in his best interest to be egging the brute on but alas, Leviathan was bored, and this demon was his only source of entertainment at the moment. "Say, speaking of days, how many days has it been that you have been a prisoner of war, eh?" It was as if the demon was trying to get under his skin, but it did not work much, not when it all ended up being the same questions, the same interrogations, the same sarcasm. So he merely shrugged, though did not speak right away, letting silence settle between them since it seemed like the demon was going to say something else... but didn't. Leviathan stared at him again, before stating, "Bit hard to keep track of days, locked up tight like I am." His head cocked to the site then, and he asked, with an air of mock innocence, "Remind me of your name again?"


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3 years 4 months, autumn, Act 2 thread 3 (after Liberius), he is fully healed from his initial fight with Zeitgeist

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Zeitgeist

Oderint dum metuant

Zeitgeist could hardly hold back the venom that built in his jowls and the fire in his eyes. Such a precarious situation. Locked in close quarters with this traitorous little boy. The very little boy who had gotten lucky when he had impaled the grey devil. It was simply something he could not, and would not let go. Nonetheless, the white hellion’s colorless eyes looked upon him suspiciously and with malice. He watched as the beast looked down at his own legs and back up at Zeitgeist. A lazy, one sided wry smile was painted on the black daeva’s lips. Zeitgeist listened as he asked, ”Have experience with being chained up, my friend?” Zeitgeist’s eyes turned to slits as he stared at the prisoner with a dead expression. It was a stark, strange silence that fell between them as he contemplated what direction he was to go next. He could, begrudgingly, laugh it off. Most certainly! But Zeitgeist was in no laughing mood. Nor was he about to let this mutt call him Friend. He inhaled and exhaled a heavy sigh of annoyance. Milky white chasms rolled in their sockets as he arched his neck and turned his head silently to the right, "Do I look like someone who would ever be in chains?" The ghoul’s Irish brogue caressed each and every venomous word that was spat at the black daeva. He returned with a lighter tone, almost nonchalant, "Consider yourself lucky not to be chained to the wall… the rest must not think you much of a threat I suppose." Zeitgeist said as he turned a bit more to look over the cell. He inspected the holdings on the bars and the confines of the rock faces.

Zeitgeist hardly noticed the silence that had fallen between them until the boy spoke, ”Bit hard to keep track of days, locked up tight like I am.” Zeitgeist’s dome shifted and his soulless voids met the unwavering ones of Leviathan. "By Gods! I forgot you were even here." Zeitgeist said as his brows rose and a look of slight surprise fell upon his façade. ”Remind me of your name again?” A flicker of an amused grin found it’s way upon the gray and red marked demon. It would seem he had found some will to play these passive aggressive games. "Do you often fall to the wayside and become something of face in the crowd? Nothing but a body to fill the spaces left by more meaningful members of Utopia? That must be difficult. To be as demure and disposable as you seem to be." Zeitgeist asked, his tone was almost seemingly genuine, however the intensity of his gaze gave him away. "Hmph. Couldn’t possibly be me." He said as a deep, mocking chuckle rumbled from deep within the beast. As the sound of his curt laughter bounced from the walls and traveled away from them, the cell grew quiet once more. Zeitgeist’s orbs stared unblinkingly at the half demon son of the lady of heaven herself. She was so bent out of shape about losing Nehemiah.. honestly, left him to rot and suffer an unknown fate. And what about her dear sweet boy? Would she allow him to endure a similar fate? Zeitgeist contemplated giving his name just yet. Perhaps not. Perhaps it was. "Zeitgeist. Warden of the Abyss. Lord of the first circle of Hell. At your service. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable." As he gave his introduction the last few words came out with much less of his usual charm when announcing it. "So how long can a daeva survive in Hell when they align with Heaven? Do you know?" Zeitgeist inquired as a sinister, crooked smile formed on his handsome façade. Genuinely, he was curious because if he could make one more precious thing of Rasa’s vanish into nothingness, he would do his very best.


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let them hate, so long as they fear

Artwork by DetatchedAgressor

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LEVIATHAN

made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography

Demons, to him, had become very predictable. They wanted to weasel their way under his skin, but Leviathan was still strong of mind, even if he was growing stiff and losing muscle from lack of movement. Confined to the cell like he was, he had very little space to move about. He had not been able to fan out his wings since coming here. They were more or less permanently glued to his sides for now. When he was left to his solitude and silence, Levi kept himself occupied by remembering days flying through the clouds. Sometimes with Hayyel or Lat or his mother. Sometimes by himself. Sometimes he even wondered what it would be like to fly with Nessa at his side, though his heart ached to know that she would have to meet her demise in order for that to happen. Still, he allowed himself these happy, peaceful thoughts in order to keep his mind from rotting. He had to keep his wits about him, for demons, though predictable, were also sneaky. If they caught one whiff of weakness they would latch onto it and use it against him.

The demon with red painted across his antlers and bodice was glaring at him. Leviathan swished his tail, blinking at the demon, and waited. Perhaps he was like most of those that were dark of heart and couldn't take a joke. Silence, for a moment, and then the demon was rolling his eyes and snapping, "Do I look like someone who would ever be in chains?" To which Leviathan shrugged and all too casually responded, "Sure, why not?" He really should not be poking the bear, but he had little else to do with his time, and he was willing to bet he could keep his cool longer than this guy could. "Consider yourself lucky not to be chained to the wall… the rest must not think you much of a threat I suppose." Perhaps he meant it as an insult, but the black brute chuckled. "I don't think I'm much of a threat, either. There are plenty more of demons here, compared to just one of me. I got out of here during out little spat with pure luck. I'm not counting on luck to be on my side again anytime soon." He had made peace with that fact. He knew that there was no way out of here, not easily, at least.

It seemed silence was going to be a common occurrence between the two of them. Leviathan was unbothered. He had learned through his time spent in the Underworld to make peace with the silence. It was what kept him from going mad, after all. "By Gods! I forgot you were even here." Was that supposed to be funny? Levi quirked a brow at the other, his head tilted to the side, "Do you often fall to the wayside and become something of face in the crowd? Nothing but a body to fill the spaces left by more meaningful members of Utopia? That must be difficult. To be as demure and disposable as you seem to be." He stared at the demon, trying to contemplate what he was trying to get at. "Hmph. Couldn’t possibly be me." Did he think himself more powerful than a Lord? Than the Mists? "Even Lords and Ladies are replaceable. Even the mighty fall." And he left it at that, for now, at least.

"Zeitgeist. Warden of the Abyss. Lord of the first circle of Hell. At your service. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable." Ah, Zeitgeist. Right. A great and powerful demon. For now. Until someone else took the throne of the Underworld. Until things changed again, like they always did. "Many thanks, Zeitgeist." He debated asking for something for comfort, just to be an annoyance, but thought better of it. "So how long can a daeva survive in Hell when they align with Heaven? Do you know?" A contemplative hum left the Daeva, a sly look upon his face. "No, I don't know. I guess we will find out."


☽ caely ☾ w/ Zeitgeist
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3 years 4 months, autumn, Act 2 thread 3 (after Liberius), he is fully healed from his initial fight with Zeitgeist

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