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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 24, 2010 2:42:53 GMT -5
Leviathan was trying hard not to stumble, but it was a bit hard with wine in her blood. She rarely drank, but this night, she needed something to dull the ache in her heart, Lucifer's words ringing in her head. 'That bitch, she'll pay along with Satan. I won't let them get away with the torment they've caused me' she thought, leaning against an angel tombstone.
She knew that Mammon didn't need permission from her to kill Satan, but she figured that since he was older than the both of them, they could join forces in order to kill him. 'Besides, even if he's scared of me, I'm sure he can see the value in us being allies' she thought, sliding down the tombstone to sit on the ground.
Now that she was completely alone even for a little bit, she began to do what she had been holding back. She hugged her knees to her chest, burying her head in her lap as she cried. She truly believed that one day, Satan would be hers and hers alone, but now that was shattered, she felt so many emotions that even she couldn't sort out completely. When she heard movement, her head quickly shot up, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 24, 2010 15:24:19 GMT -5
He couldn't believe it. He had felt such strange feelings at that party, so strange for him to experience. Compassion, Sympathy, but mostly, a flavor of hate he'd never tasted before; pure hatred. He wanted to rip Satan and Lucifer apart limb from limb, and reduce what is left of them into blood, just to keep them alive and forever in that form. But none of them weren't pleasant to him; they felt alien, unwanted visitors. He hadn't cared about another being for a while, not since Asmodeus or Despair. Maybe he didn't even hate Beelzebub as much as he thought; maybe he was jealous. Because unlike him, she is not a puppet to her respective sin. As powerful as he makes himself out to be, that's all he really is, a pawn to greed, he thought to himself. He had no mind of his own; it was ruled by his sin that he was forever to be bound to. He regretted it, but they were born for this; an eternity, stuck in the same old thing. He'd always want more, and this would never be enough for him. Maybe he should've let Satan burn him to a crisp back there.
Shaking the feeling off, he became aware of his surroundings. A darkened graveyard, riddled with creeping vines and collapsed rocks. He was crocuching atop the base of a stone angel that it itself decorated the cremated remains of loved ones, long forgotten. Lucky bastards, he thought, reminding himself of his own immortality. He noticed he was in demon for, as he tried to grind his teeth togethewr and was only greetied by the bleeding of his gums as the sharp points cut into them. His eyes, like milk, scanned over the graveyard for Leviathan. That was another strange thing that had happened at the party; he stopped seeing her as the villian in the triangle. She was the victim; Lucifer was the temptress, merely pretending to be the weak girl she claimed to be. They'd all seen it at the party; the wind flowed through and she very well could have killed everybody, save for the siblings and Lilith. She was the center of all their problems; if all the siblings would've realized that, there and then, they wouldn't be in this situation.
He found her, sobbing, sitting in her own misery. It wasn't something he'd seen before, usually her jealousy was disguised by pure anger, but now that she had let her woes consume her, there was nothing left but to let them out. He knew why she never did this in front of the others, because it would make her appear weak, and she needed to keep that edge of fear over them. But in reality, she was tortured by those feelings of inadequacy, brought on by the confident Pride. "Leviathan?", he said faintly over her sobs, not wanting to embarass her in this moment of weakness. He was still sorting things out in his head, but first and foremost now, Leviathan was his sister. "While I don't know much about human relationships, a brother is supposed to help his sister, right?", he said softly, as he hopped off the marble pedestal to where Mara was sitting. He extended a hand out to her, the last time, he assured himself, he'd help someone.
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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 24, 2010 16:26:24 GMT -5
Leviathan felt embarrassed that her brother had seen her looking so weak, but his tenderness surprised her greatly. She looked at him with a shocked expression as she accepted his hand. "I'm sorry you had to see all that. It was just supposed to be between myself and Lucifer. I also believe that with humans that siblings help each other" she said softly as she shifted to her true form.
It seemed so odd that in the matter of mere minutes that relationships amongst them had changed. Her love that she held for Satan had turn to hate, and she no longer wished to be so antagonistic towards Mammon. Hell, she could see in his eyes he was feeling conflicted over all of this, and even though they were plotting against Lucifer and Satan, she hoped that perhaps he'd open up a bit on what exactly was bothering him.
"I didn't mean for what I said to sound like some sort of order. I wanted you to know that I won't stop you if you wanted to kill Satan. Now with how things are, I want to help you" she said, "the fact of the matter is that he's older than us which makes him more powerful. Though with the two of us together we can take him and Lucifer."
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 24, 2010 18:35:31 GMT -5
He nodded, trying to smile, but what was there to smile about? His mouth stayed in it's current state, serious as a heart attack, as he ran his finger along his teeth. Bringing it back to his face, his dark green blood flowing down it as a reminder he was already in his daimon form. His head turned all around, looking to see if anyone was there. Fear built up in him, hopinh he didn't catch Lilith in his line of sight and get them both banished back to hell.
She apologized for telling him it was "okay" to hurt Satan, he nodded. "It's fine.", he said quickly, while it wasn't, he was simply agreeing with what she said until she got to the good parts. Slowly, his original cruel, greedy personality was flowing back into him, but his newly painted picture in his head of Lucifer was still cemented there, painted in his loathing for her; a repeated image ran through his head, of Satan and Lucifer being ripped by him, until they were mere ribbons of flesh. Bloodlust clouded his mind, and it need not be said that he wanted them both dead.
A smile crossed his lips as she finally mentioned it, sweet temptation coming to him. "I'd like that." , he said within a matter of seconds, barely letting her finish the sentence. What she said next, however, affected him. He believed he could take on Wrath on his own, not very sure about Envy though. He bit his lip trying to hold back his frustrations, but accepted that maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was. Another thing he couldn't help thinking is that their elements aren't compatible, maybe him and Leviathan weren't meant to be associated with one another. Maybe they were doomed from the start.
He was still confident in the whole thing, no matter what thoughts crossed his mind. He stuck his finger in his mouth, lapping up the chlorine-colored blood. "I can't wait to splatter them all over this island, sister." he said, a warm smile crossing his face, as he wiped a tear off her cheek, shivering. It was cold to the touch. Even so, he threw his arms around Leviathan in a warm embrace, never having done it before. He'd never felt so close to her, it was a strange feeling. But a good one.
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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 24, 2010 21:11:31 GMT -5
"I'm not saying it as insult to your strength" she quickly added, "it's just the fact he's older than we are and with age comes great power." She knew she had unintentionally bruised his ego which she wanted to avoid, but she couldn't ignore the facts that he was stronger than the both of them. "Even though are elements may not be compatible, we have one thing that Satan and Lucifer don't. We're crafty and cunning which I know we can..." Before she could finish, she was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.
She wasn't sure how to react since this was so unlike the Mammon she ever knew, but I suppose that's what tonight was all about, seeing the side to people you hadn't previously saw. She slowly returned the embrace, slowly relaxing in her brother's arms.
She had to admit it was nice to be comforted by someone other than Belphegor not that she disliked it when he came to check on her by any means. It was just nice knowing that finally someone else is seeing what she has been going through. She couldn't help but let out a soft sob and a few tears escape her eyes.
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