Mythology Roleplay

Stheno smiled widely. "We're gonna do some magic!"
She straightened up, gesturing towards the tavern with her head. Suddenly, she didn't seem so childlike anymore. She seemed more like the ruthless security guard who had made Eury cower under her gaze. She sighed, and rubbed her face with her hand.
"Listen, we need to get inside so we can get this done. The spell will open a portal, and that portal is my ticket out of here." She gave him a look that was even worse than the one she used on Eury earlier, a look that pierced the soul. For a second, Allistair swore he saw her stone eye crackle and splinter. She pointed her dagger at the Demigod, the tip of the blade a hairs breadth from his throat. She lifted his chin with the blade and looked into his eyes. "You wouldn't want to get in my way."

Allistair jumped slightly when her eyes met his, but his fear was replaced with confusion when he did not turn to stone. He had seen her make a statue of many foes, but for her to be able to control it... There had never been a Gorgon who could.

 

(Sorry, Kit. On my phone and I can't see properly.)

"I'm glad I don't remember you. And I'm glad you ended up in hell."

Blair's eyes glazed over for a second. Sure, she was an angel for a reason, and they had centuries to steel their heart. But words like that brought them back into the past, when they were still alive. Before they could even lift touch their weapon- a nervous tick they'd developed over their lifetime- a wave of memories came crashing down.

"What a freak! He's the hunter!" "Did you see him with all the blood on his face? He was still smiling! Disgusting!"

Words were tossed into the air as the crowd circled him dried blood clinging to his skin. He'd turned in his prey- a large deer- to the head chief, and the crowd was swimming in disgusted voices. They needed the meat to survive, but wanted 'clean' hands. Hunting was a sin. He was a sinner. Who better to send to commit more sins?

"Sin, to clense yourself of your past sins," the priest announced. His eyes were sneering. "And you shall be free from Hell's grasp."

And so, head bowed, a sneer playing on his own lips, he comtinued killing. The bloodlust flowing through him was not to be denied, but yet, he detested it. It flowed through him like a raging river, the flow unable to be stemmed. To stop the river would kill him; to continue it would kill others.

Everyone had left him as he tore himself apart.

It didn't take them long to find their next hunter. He remembered her- dead, bloodshot eyes with sunken cheeks. She'd caved into the world of the 'forbidden temptations'. Even so, as he walked past her, chained and whipped in prepration to become the next sacrifice, she turned to him and stared.

"You're not human," she said. "You're a monster."

He died feeling the pain and remembering her dead, bloodshot eyes.

Their bloodlust had not ebbed whilst a demon. It only grew stronger. And angels like her grated on their nerves.

"You speak as if heaven holds more justice then Hell. I assure you, it does not. Heaven is as filled with blood thirsty demons as Hell is." Images of angels raging war on cities flashed to mind. "Heaven is as disgusting as Hell is."

They then turned on their heel and calmly strode out of the tavern. Nico silently slid off his seat and followed, mind racing with questions. Memories of their past life was always draining.

 

"ok ok sorry" he put his hands up then slowly got up avoiding the knife to walk into the tavern

 

"Justice does not exist. Many angels have killed. There was a war in heaven, what do you expect? Killing is not the problem, death is not permanent." She shook her head at Medusa. "The problem is those who take it too far. To drag a death on is a terrible thing, regardless of how deserving the victim. And that one was innocent." she sat on a barstool, tired of it all. "Just following orders."

 

Cato walks into the atavern "sethno says you need me"

 

Outside, Blair watched with unconcealed amusement as Cato came back to the bar, followed closely by Sltheno with a knife to his neck. It was an amusing sight, to say the least.

They glanced at Nico and nearly did a double take- they hadn't realized he followed them out. "I know, I'm a monster." They chuckled dryly, rubbing the back of their neck.

"I can't shed this name wherever I go, huh," they whispered under their breath. "I just wanted a permanent death; a finite end to everything..."

 

Stheno put down the dagger and resumed her childlike demeanour, lacing their fingers together and dragging him through the door, skipping as she went.
"Look who I found!" She giggled, gesturing to him.
"Who did you find?" Asked one of the blind patrons.
"The demigod" Winston muttered.
"Ohhhh"

"His blood would work, right? And we have - had a demon and an elf" she amended, looking outside. "Ghost could give us a dragon scale, right?"

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Ambriel nodded. "You can take one of my feathers. That leaves fairy's hair, snake venom, werewolf's tooth and newts tails."
"Snake venom..." Mused Eury.
Stheno smiled, "I was about ready for a haircut anyway."

 

"wait what? Your not getting my blood"

 

Samael just smiled wider. "I don't get permission for many things. But I'm afraid that you wouldn't recognize me anyway. I'm using this body as a temporary vessel. Think of it as my alternative how you got here. Anyway, Fer, I'm Samael." He finally introduced with a bow. An odd pleasantry for someone almost solely associated with massacre and the starting of trouble. The metaphorical and literal snake in the tree.

 

[Hmmm... Should snake venom be taken as something involving literal poison from Samael, or Aury's blood, which could be taken as tainted with venom?]

 

(The literal poison from Samael, maybe? But we do have the gorgons which makes things easier.

Also I just started school this week- I'm already pretty busy, so expect my replies to drop by quite a bit. It's already a blessing if I can sleep > < I'll try to check the RP as often as I can, though.)

 

Suddenly, Jammer appears and subsequently hops onto a "riddim," while murking all the individuals in this thread with the barz:
"It's the Murkle Man
Never gonna flex like Urkel, man
Come to your ends and circle man
All for the green and purple, man
It's the Murkle Guy
Never gonna flex like Urkel guy
Come to your ends and circle guy
All for the green and purple"

Then, Oinald sneaks in with a diagnosed case of ILS.

 

Is what Wiley the Godfather had stated when Jammer jumped on the riddim and murked the mandem.

 

(what exactally did you just do algebraic)

 

(What.)