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Post by Roman on Jul 9, 2024 23:53:34 GMT -7
This wasn't a new thing for the golden angel, being dragged away from his Utopian home down to the pits of Hell. Rhundurin's first visit to the Underworld was thanks to a past Lady, Lethrblanka, and she made it known very quickly as to why she had chosen him. To be forced to provide the woman with a child had taken its toll on him greatly mentally, knowing what sort of creature would come from her womb and that his child would be in the Underworld. For unknown reasons, shortly after his child had been born, Lethrblanka disappeared and his son had somehow found his way out of the Underworld. Rhundurin would never forget the day he met Lornruk and the chance he took to take his son back to Utopia, expecting a retaliatory reaction from the Underworld after the Daeva went missing, yet he was met with radio silence.
The feeling he knew well but wished to have never felt again took hold, his body seething with pain as the Underworld either tried to spit him out or change him into one of its own, he could never quite tell. Once the demons of the Underworld finished dragging him in, they forced the golden angel to his knees, shackled him in place and left him alone. Why Everest had stolen him, Rhundurin had no idea why, they had met for a moment in Utopia where Rhundurin left the Fiend alone, sympathetic as he wasn't happy with the child's capture, and refused to take any part in his capture. Why him out of the Angels that did take part in Everest's capture? What did Everest want from him? With a pained sigh, Rhundurin remained still as he waited for Everest, wondering if there was anything more to his capture than taking an Angel pledged on Utopia's side out of the war.
"Speech" Tagged: A z z y w Everest Words: Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this up, you're free to powerplay so long as he's able to recover from it someday, and in one piece physically <3
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Post by A z z y on Jul 23, 2024 5:47:33 GMT -7
Another soul in the bag, another successful attack against the Utopian forces. Rhundurin had arrived, he had felt it in the shift of the atmosphere of the Underworld, the familiar static charge when an enemy breached their borders. This one, however, was not a guest nor an assailant but a trophy. A prize. The fiend did not make his way hastily to the fallen angel, he did not allow the glee he felt to dissipate into his muscles and carry him on light feet to his quarry. No, let the bastard stew for a bit. Let him feel that same abandonment he had felt in the cells of Utopia. The blackened bastard twisted his nape away, a serpent lime motion, as he moved through a towering outcrop of rocks; jagged charred stone that ripped through the ash strewn earth without care nor consideration for who or what was impaled upon them. His oceanic optics scoured the murk as he considered his best approach to the angel - savagery or feigned friend, perhaps both… with a slice of his swarthy tendrils, the snow spattered fiend turned on his haunches and made his way to Rhundurin.
Winding through carved out tunnels, bending and turning in on himself like a viper. His hoofbeats echoed through the wormholes, an ominous knell that would signal to the golden boy that his fate was soon nearing. Would he give the fiend what he wanted, or would he make this difficult? Soon enough, Everest appeared as if made from shadows, almost materialising from the darkness to stand within the cavernous mouth of the cell’s doorway. Nonchalantly, the behemoth leant his towering frame against that very arch, his shoulder pressed into the structure of the cell as he appraised the shackled angel before him. Would Rasa make any attempt to save this angel? Afterall, she had not come from Nehemiah. She had not come for Sacoorah, Cadence or Leviathan. She had made no effort to pull any of them from the depths, it had only been Xerxes who had granted salvation. It had been he who had initiated the trade for a demon with Sacoorah, it had been him who had sent Artemisia to Rasa, to offer her the opportunity to trade… again. With that in mind, Rhundurin’s chances weren't looking all that good…
Everest eventually moved towards the angel, his ire rising within him simply at being faced with his natural adversary. Steeling his features, the fiend moved around the shackled prisoner, appraising his form, assessing him as if he were but cattle at a market. As he came to stand at his head once more, his knees folded and his mass lowered to the earth before Rhundurin. Lying before him now, eye to eye, a small yet eerie smile cut the lips of the beast. Do you have any idea why you are here? He asked, his tones lazy, casual as they left his lips. How switched on was this angel? Did he think he could take from the Underworld and that they would simply let it slip?
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