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Post by Azalea on Mar 27, 2016 17:27:56 GMT -5
(( Jewel only)) A massive sigh was released from the lips of an equally massive man. If you could call him a man. The council room was empty with the exception of two...creatures. The one in question sat upon a large throne, just one off from the center. The thrones were arranged in a semi-circle around the room, each one having a different theme to it. The one he sat on? Well...while it wasn't the worst of the bunch, it wasn't pretty. His throne was made of stone but it was busted and cracked to pieces. What looked like cloth hung onto the back but scorch marks prevented much of it from being seen. Dried blood covered the arms and a piece of the chair's backing had been completely broken off and left leaning against the arms of the chair. The throne was simply a place for a king to sit, no? So this King sat there proudly. In this world, he showed no fear in letting others see exactly what he was. Even more so considering that he didn't have to make appearances here. And so, this man stood at a hulking seven feet tall, muscles bulging from his body and veins wrapped around his body underneath the grey-blue skin. Scars covered him in a savage manner that proved either the pain he endured...or the pain that he fought through. Even so, underneath those scars there were hints of tattoos, runes etched into the skin, and words that couldn't be understood by modern language even if they could be seen. He looked mostly human, with the exception of his brute body and a few other things. Such as his hands which were black and covered in what looked like stone, molding his hand into large claws; or the cat like eyes and teeth that he had, fangs so large that it looked like he had a constant sneer. He had a tail too, hanging over the arm of the chair lazily. He was built like he was able to hunt you down and destroy you...almost like an animal but he was much darker than that. To be fair though, he was born into the world as a half demon and had since rose to a demon god. This was War, a pure embodiment of the subject. He influenced all of the horrors that came with it while he ruled too...and he was a damn cruel ruler. Demons, men, fae, didn't matter what it was, it would die should he will it. The Daemon or Dark Council had appointed War as the second-in-command because of his power, the only one above him was Death, and so he ruled it. His subjects? Demons. Didn't matter if the demons abided by the council, he still considered himself the king of all demons under his subject. "Aiolos." He said, his voice naturally taking on a tone that projected around the entire dome of a room. "Drop any weapons you might have, we're here to talk. I have a...task for you."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 28, 2016 0:53:37 GMT -5
Aiolos was rather … lazy.
If he didn't have the heart to do a task, he would only sit back and watch it unfold without him. In World War II, he wasn't an active part as War worked his magic until the Japs bombed America's Pearl Harbor. Before that, in World War I, Aiolos only grew interested when it when a Serb murdered Archduke Franz Ferdinand.
Even so, Aiolos had minor parts in those wars. Why? Because he was looking for a certain Alchemist for three centuries. Three hundred long, excruciating years with a certain redhead by the name of Cerise d'Guillory. The one who watched half her village be utterly destroyed because of her desire to end her family. For Aiolos, he had never seen someone's quest for revenge outdo a whole country's, and he liked it.
And now, he got to see it a second time only within a few years.
Even if Aiolos said that he was supportive of War, there were a few reasons why he didn't outright pledge his allegiance. One – he was too lazy to clean up the hotel room he and Gyles had been staying at, so why would he do something that would inevitably make him work? Two – he just recently got rid of Cerise after three centuries, and Aiolos had his hands full and ears ringing with the woman constantly nagging him. Three – he was putting off the whole idea of swearing allegiance simply because he was about to have another project. This one was the descendent from his favorite of all the projects he had done. This time, he wasn't about to let her go after Cerise had inevitably murdered Beale.
Well, she didn't do it directly, but Aiolos was still miffed about it. He betted Death had fun taking away his favorite, too.
At War's command, he slowly took off the belt he had on that held his favored saber to put it gently on the floor. Then he straightened back up to his full height – in human form. In his true form, he was gargantuan, with three eyes and more than two arms. Parts of his body glowed, as if he was filled with some of Hell's fire. Compared to the seven-foot-seven frame he currently donned, he was downright ugly.
"A task?" he repeated, his hands going behind his back and eyes glowing more so than usual. His voice didn't boom like War's did. It was deep, yes, though most women liked men with deep voices. This form was very attractive in every way possible. He made sure of that; Aiolos knew how shallow the world was. "What's this task? I'm willing to do it within reason."
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Post by Azalea on Mar 29, 2016 12:00:25 GMT -5
War gave a light chuckle, shaking his head at the response that he had gotten from the demon. Figured that he'd play try to play that silly game of his where he actually thought that he could deny him. Of course, he could, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't come without it's own consequences.
"Yes, a task, that should be within reason. After all, I'm not asking for your life." He smirked a bit. It was his 'attempt' at a joke. "Tell me, Aiolos, have you heard the rumors about me going after a new general?"
It seemed like an innocent enough question. There were rumors throughout the entire council about that. Many people believed that he had too many as is. Although, hypothetically, he could have an unlimited about of generals, many who sat on the council kept their generals limited to one or two. Their right hands, as it were. In fact, the most powerful one on the Council, Death, didn't even have anyone at her side. Those that had gone to her side in the past tended to meet an...interesting fate. She wasn't the most friendly person, for obvious reasons.
War on the other hand, he had five generals at the moment. That wasn't even including the rumored sixth one. What made the rumors even more damning was the idea that this new general would be a shifter. A shifter of all things. Those creatures were little toys. Not human, not fae, and not even daemon. They didn't abide by any council and no council protected them. They were still primitive beasts, living in clans that constantly fought one another for seemingly no reason. It was fun to watch. Why would a powerful demon god want a shifter on his side?
War wouldn't have any of the rumors, but he wouldn't correct nor deny the rumors at all. He was known to haul people off if they were found spreading the rumor. Even so, it was like wild-fire.
"If so, I would like to know what you know."
He genuinely wanted to. It was rare for this man to be genuine. However, the reason why he wanted to know was because Aiolos needed to know what they were getting into with this task. Considering it dealt with said extra special person? Both of them were in deep, in some ways, War was questioning if he was getting in over his head. In others, War knew how much he needed his heir, even if so few other people were aware of that. A shifter heir to a daemon throne was...unheard of. The only problem was...well, he'd tell Aiolos that in time. He just needed to know for now.
"And no, I'm not going to take your head for talking of it...to me at least."
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Post by Jewel on Mar 29, 2016 20:18:31 GMT -5
Aiolos smirked as well, but it wasn't really that amused. It was more to make War's joke seem as if it was actually funny. "That's good, because I'm not ready for that sort of commitment." Then his smirk faded to draw his brows together. Rumors? About a new general? Honestly, it didn't surprise him. He's already got five, so why not one more?
Why he didn't know much about these rumors was that he spent too much time chasing Simon. The bad thing about being summoned by someone who was intelligent enough to summon him was that he couldn't do much other than do what the summoner wanted. He only just recently came back, and now he is just now hearing a rumor from War about War.
"Can't say that I have," he answered gruffly, lifting one hand to rub his hair. "But I can see why it's worthy of talk. Is it true?"
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Post by Azalea on Mar 29, 2016 23:01:41 GMT -5
War nodded. Good, he didn't have to correct anything. He could tell Aiolos what was going on without any previous prejudice that might have been lurking around.
"Yes and no. It's a bit more complicated than that."
The answer was short and curt, but it was clear that he was meaning to elaborate. War stood up from his throne and began to walk around the table and to the stairs down to where Aiolos was. In doing so, the new additions to his scarred body were obvious. They glowed like a flame, or molten lava poking out from under his skin. He hadn't been hurt, let alone scarred, in over two centuries. There was one on his shoulder, where his neck met it, and it looked like an animal grabbed him with it's teeth and just wouldn't let go. It was jagged, torn, and looked almost as if the animal were trying to rip his head off by going shoulder to shoulder rather than through the neck.
The second one was on his side, right over the rib cage. This one was obviously a mark left by a weapon- a long gash that was deep and painful in appearance. It took a specially forged weapon to hurt him like that, for either wound. So the marks on his shoulder? Would be surprising. Specially forged or imbued with magic...meaning the animal that tore into him was either demonic, fae, or something unregistered.
"I am attempting to recruit my heir. For now, the name my heir is give is Judgement. I don't know if you were alive for the last transition of any of the Council, but it's usually not a pleasant ordeal. Even more so for War. After all, our artifact is a weapon."
The artifacts. They were items special to those on the council and they showed who the successor to the aspect would be. It wasn't democratic, and the aspects couldn't even chose it themselves. The artifacts were a form of fortune telling, and once they found their next host? It foretold the death of the current one and the rise of the next. Usually, this was in the form of touching the artifact...and that alone explained what had happened to War. His 'heir' had torn into him and used his own weapon against him. Every artifact would mold itself to the newest user too, so the big question was what was the new War's artifact like?
War's artifact hung from his waist- a bastard sword made of a black metal with glowing red detailing. Just like his skin, it was engraved with runes and writings that were lost to time. The others had their own artifacts, many of which could become items of a completely different class. War's was always a weapon though.
"She's a goddamn spit fire, that's for damn sure." He fucked up, and he knew he did. He said she, that was unheard of. War was always a man, so a woman taking the aspect was something new that he didn't want to say just yet. However, he was sharing quite a bit with Aiolos here that he couldn't share with the others, not even his generals just yet. He needed someone more on the outside for this task. "As such, there's a few...issues that I need to take care of before she is to take over. I would like some back up for this one, and I need someone that can slip under the radar better than my generals can. They're too well known. And this woman? She's gathered some interesting friends, and interesting friends cause people to look at you. She's gotten a lot of eyes laid on her for her unique nature."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 30, 2016 15:20:02 GMT -5
Aiolos lifted a brow and crossed his arms across his chest, skeptical as to how much more complicated it could be. But then, when War stepped closer to him, he understood. "I was alive," he responded. He was here for the creating of the Earth; of course he was alive. And of the few times the powers changed from old to new hands within the Daemonic Council he knew it was not pretty.
Time passed by quickly, he thought to himself. Already, War needed an heir? He remembered when War was a young demon himself, the heir to the last War. He remembered it like it was yesterday. That had been when Aiolos was more involved in following whatever the Council did like it was life-giving sustenance.
And then that thought turned to one of surprise. Aiolos tried to rein it in, yes. But it was clear that he didn't expect for the heir to be a woman. Having experienced first hand what women were capable of when passionate, he believed that it was a good choice honestly. Was he the only one to witness the Women's Suffrage Movement?
Upon closer inspection to the wounds, he saw that War's wounds weren't identical. Not like, they were the exact same, just that his wounds were made by two different things. A sword, obviously. But then … it looked as if War was the victim of an animal attack.
His heir couldn't possibly be a shifter. No one in this realm save for himself liked shifters … at least, as much as he did. This heir had to be something else. And as much as he didn't want to be, he was curious.
Most definitely, he can slip under the radar. It was easy for him. And much easier for Gyles, whose real name wasn't even Gyles. "What is it that you want for me to do?"
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Post by Azalea on Mar 30, 2016 17:02:24 GMT -5
"Good. I forgot your age, it's been so long. After all, don't want to down on myself but Halflings weren't meant to live as long as I have."
That's why he needed another heir so quickly. The last war lasted nearly four thousand years, this one? He's only lasted about a thousand. Being born a half-demon, he was only given a life expectancy of around 700. He was getting close to that, about 623, when the time for him to become War had come, even though they had known that he would be the next one when he was just a mere child of 50 years. His transition process took far too long according to many people, but it gave him time to make a name for himself, train underneath his predecessor- it was normal to have a time period like that but just not as long as he took.
Although the scandal was old, it was well known. The rumor on why it took so long for him to take over was because he had developed 'feelings' for the last one. Being demons, no one really gave a shit about the homosexual aspect of it, but many others saw it as weak and the reason why War shouldn't have been the one to take the mantle. He couldn't kill the person that he needed to. Times had changed though, and there was a reason why War was the second in command.
In the end, it was time for this War to die. Long past. He knew it, others didn't.
"Because of the particular eyes that she has on her, we have to do something drastic." He pushed his hair back and sighed. "The fae council is our target."
The Fae and Daemon Councils had been at War since before War was even born. He had kept that war going too, and that was for damn sure. All in all, the Fae had mostly been beaten into submission and there were few of them that would challenge the Daemon Council in combat now. There would be the occasional attack to make sure that the Daemon Council hadn't forgotten that they were a threat, albeit a minor one. Even so, the idea of waltzing up to the Fae Council was one that would usually be accompanied by an army. They might have been beaten into submission but that didn't mean their borders weren't under lock and key. Assaults on their cities had failed miserably for the last three centuries.
Their Council were the only people that could realistically kill the Daemon Council.
"Now, before you start going off, we're not going in guns blazing. We need to speak to one or two members of their council. You will be a 'body guard' of sorts. With all luck, you won't be needed but this is suppose to be a stealth operation. I hear you're good with glamours as well, which will be useful. I also need the utmost secrecy about this entire operation."
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Post by Jewel on Mar 30, 2016 22:45:53 GMT -5
Aiolos felt as if he had a burden being put on his shoulders. Yet other than a nod of the head to acknowledge the "drastic" comment, he didn't say or do anything else. He's come across some people of the Fae. They weren't very pleasant people, though that was probably because he was a demon. And because of some of his experiences, naturally he would love to toss them around a bit.
Aiolos didn't like the whole "bodyguard" thing. A bodyguard for War's heir? That's too much of a hassle. Especially when every War's heir could hold their own. They should, at least. Whether they were man or woman. So he hoped to not be needed for that. Following her around, he could do. After all, he followed Thea and her mate on their little weekend trip in the woods up until they started to procreate like rabbits.
If they hadn't, Thea wouldn't have trusted Lena to them.
Why would they have to talk to a couple members of the Fae Council anyway, if they were the targets? This he asked War, followed by, "And how long will this mission take?" If it cut into his time and desire to have a new pet, he wouldn't be too pleased. "Other than that, you have my word, War."
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Post by Azalea on Mar 30, 2016 23:47:03 GMT -5
((His body guard, not 'Judgement's'. XD))
"Judgement isn't your standard run of the mill daemon, Aiolos. In fact, I don't even know what you'd call her anymore. I suppose the best way to describe her wouldn't even be through her species at all, but rather what she's made herself into. She's a dimension walker, a realm walker, whatever you want to call it."
Dimension walkers were exactly as they sounded. They were extremely rare beings that walked across dimensions at will where it would tear most beings to shreds. Grant it, her first two trips were accomplished using rituals and she was allowed access but now? She'd gained access on her own by working with others to create an opening. Furthermore, he'd found her within the Daemon realm while she slept and that's how he originally met her, even if he'd heard of her before. She even traversed the fae realm as easily as the daemon did, if not easier. Considering what she was, the thought that she had become a realm walker was ridiculous, but he had to look at all that she'd done in her life.
Realm walkers were more myth than fact, and that was coming from beings that were myths themselves. With these walkers coming from any species, they were hard to track too- many of them not residing in this realm at all. Although, there had been a major influx of other-dimension creatures in this realm recently.
"We need to talk to the Fae because of this. I need to understand what the hell she is before I can start trying to convince her to take the mantle from me. She still has a heart beat, and she was born in this dimension, meaning Life knows everything about her from her birth to her death. I need to get to the tree of life and get Life to show me what she knows, whether she wants to or not."
Life was the big woman on campus for the Fae Council. It was common for the opposite aspects to be in power at the same time. War and Peace, Life and Death, Disease and Health, Poverty and Prosperity just to name a few. The difference was that this aspect had consistently been in power for the past 1,000 years, ever since she took over, regardless of who ruled the Daemon Council. So talk of forcing her to do anything was rather funny, even to War.
"The mission to get the information I need shouldn't take long. Fae time is distorted after all. Hell, seven years there is just mere moments in the human realm. We just need to infiltrate their big city and 'convince' Life to help us. You're there as a meat shield should Valor and his troops manage to overwhelm us." That was another poor attempt at a joke, judging by his smile. "We all know how that man likes to create new holes for people to shit out of."
Just as their were opposites on the Fae Council, there were those that mirrored those on the Daemon council. Valor, or Courage as some called him, was the Fae's version of War.
"We'll be leaving as soon as you get ready."
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Post by Jewel on Mar 31, 2016 23:06:56 GMT -5
((Gah! Misunderstanding on my part lol))
"Hmm," Aiolos said with interest, making a face to match his current mood. Indeed, he was curious as to see who this ... Judgement was and what she did to make herself a realm-walker. A thought wiggled through his mind, and he suppressed a grin. Possibly, he answered himself, and with that came the question he had upon hearing that they were going to try to get Life to spill the beans about War's future heir. Other than the question of why she was given a name "Judgement".
But he didn't give War his question. No, if he had the chance he'd ask Life herself. He didn't want War to know of Thea. He just didn't. He was a possessive demon, and even if Thea wouldn't want to be his, let alone the fact that he didn't have her right now, he wanted to kep her away from War. Not because he knew what War could do, and he cared for her health. But Thea was a good fighter. He saw that from the spar she had with Gyles to test out her renewed leg. And her eyes lit up with a fierce desire for blood that he's seen in plenty of people - when he saw that he was reminded of Cerise, who was the only person smart enough to keep him under her thumb for so long. On top of that, War might not take her as an heir instead of Judgement (who would be more interesting, since she was a realm-walker), but he had a feeling that he would want her for something.
War might anyway, if he knew that Aiolos was hoping to gain another pet. After all, War believed that he could utilize Aiolos even if he didn't swear allegiance. And Gyles (soon, Thea) was an extension of Aiolos, since he carried a part of his essence within him. War could, in all technicalities, have Gyles do whatever he wanted. If he didn't know about Thea, then Aiolos could have her all to himself. Do the dirty work he didn't feel the need to do.
Still, he didn't know all that much about Thea. Maybe since Thea's grandmother Aideen had been involved heavily with Faeries, Life would know more about Thea, like she would with War's heir. Because Thea wouldn't open up to him any time soon.
"Fair enough," he said instead, forcing a smile. He got that War was trying to make a joke. But to him, it wasn't that funny. Not only was this dirty work that he didn't want to do, but even with the size of his true form he didn't feel like dealing with Valor. Hopefully they didn't come across the Fae. Hopefully he could just slip in, War can ask his question, and Aiolos can somehow ask his, and then be out.
Or he could just skip his own question. Hey, he lacked motivation for a lot of things.
"I'm ready right now," Aiolos continued, bending to pick up his belt with his favored French saber and putting it back around his waist. And then he paused. "Should I put on some armor?" Without waiting for an answer, he waved it off. "No. If we end up dealing with Valor I'll just ... shift, I suppose." He had confidence in his size of his true form. He couldn't help it. No one's truly hurt him in his gargantuan body. But he can do quite a bit of damage.
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Post by Azalea on Apr 1, 2016 0:08:44 GMT -5
((Sorry this one's shitty. lol I'm so tired.))
War always made other people's toys his, sorta what he did. No apologies for it either, and he sure as hell didn't give a fuck who he pissed off by doing it. Everyone could be used for something, no matter the circumstance. Hell, he'd already manipulated Judgement into doing his bidding for him. Best part was? By the time she realized what she'd done, it was already too late and she was already his pawn. No matter if she didn't take the mantle from him within a 'timely' manner, he 'owned' her.
Something told him he couldn't bet on that remaining that way with the friends she had. After all, even a daemon god couldn't stop a true deity.
"Already? Good." War put his hand on the pommel of his sword, chuckling at Aiolos' thought process there. "Fair enough. Armor wouldn't have been a good idea either, we don't want to draw attention to us." Using his free hand, War reached into his pocket and grabbed a small crystal. It was green and obviously cracked.
This was a portal gem. Sort of a way to cheat into the Fae Realm. Very rare, but it was fitting that War had one. It was 100% possible just to walk their happy asses over the veil between realms but that involved going through the Mortal Realm in order to get there. When it's a huge army marching onto enemy territory, that was all fine and dandy. When it was a stealth mission between two daemon? It was impractical. This tiny crystal could automatically send them to the Fae realm. Where in the fae realm? It wasn't really clear but it usually took the user somewhere close to their goal.
War took a moment to put his own glamour on. A 6'5" man with dark skin, dark hair that hung right at his shoulders, and his scars still covering his body. All in all, he looked very similar, just with human-like skin and missing the runes/sigils all over his body.
"Just remember, if we run into Valor, he will try to use his artifact against us. If it can do as much harm against me, think of what it could do to you." With that, War crushed the crystal in his hand. Not completely, just enough to get some dust off of it, and he blew it onto them both.
They'd feel like they were floating, their vision going dark for mere moments before they came to a scene of green grass as tall as their waists. Fog hung in the sky and a bright moon shown overhead. It was like a scene out of a movie, honestly. "How cliche." War muttered, shaking his head. He began walking, going toward the glow that was resting over the horizon. They were in for a small bit of luck, they weren't transported directly into a horde of Fae. "I've always hated this goddamn place."
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Post by Jewel on Apr 1, 2016 20:21:09 GMT -5
Aiolos didn't have enough time to give a sort-of-cocky answer before War crushed the gem a bit. It kind of took him by surprise, really, having never used a transporting crystal before now. Of course, he's heard of it; he wasn't stupid. He didn't like how he felt like he was floating nor did he appreciate his vision going dark. But he didn't make any noise other than a grunt of ... begrudging awe at how quickly the realm-transportation was due to the small crystal.
He then looked down at how high the grass here was, narrowing his icy eyes suspiciously, as if Valor were to pop up at any second because of the cover he could have. A few seconds later, he seemed to have disappeared. As War had guessed correctly, Aiolos was talented with glamour. Impeccable with it. If he wanted he could have anyone believe that there were people chasing them, ruining their lives forever when their doctors diagnosed them with schizophrenia. He wasn't just incredible with the insubstantial part of glamour. Aiolos could physically change anything. Say, for example, the muscular structure of a paralyzed woman's legs. He could shrink, expand, and contort anything.
Too bad he was too lazy to actually use this gift. It would be fun to watch the Fae Council get their panties in a twist when he messes with nature.
((I assume that they're more towards nature than the Daemon are. lol))
"It is rather ... story-book styled," Aiolos said from behind War, his hand resting protectively on his sword hilt. "Nothing like home, eh?"
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