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Apollyon walked quietly, Ephraim with him, he still wore the white silk robe. His toned body hidden beneath the fabric draped over him, the long hair over his head trailed behind him, overall this man was beautiful. High ranked demons often were like this, beautiful, morals often said they were too beautiful for beings of destruction.
A wave of darkness washed over the two as they walked, swallowing them, like a beast eating after weeks of starving from not catching any prey. Apollyon knew this darkness, as it was the start of his domain, he closed his eyes.
Domains or Expanses, to put it simply, were an extension of a demon's mind. This space when first created followed different rules then the normal world, heaven and underworld. Rules made by the demon that created it, and once these rules were made they couldn't be changed or added to.
" ḑ̷̦̪̲̤͍̄͋̽̓̀͝͠o̸̧̪̣͖̙̫͇̠͛͊̒̆̔̚m̵̘̂̾͑̃͂̀͗͌͜͝ȃ̴̪̺̰́̓͋̽͝i̸̛̬̜͉̾͑͋͗ͅṉ̸̢̛̗̦̙̑̈́̄͒͑͑͊̕͘͜ " Apollyon spoke, his eyes opening suddenly glowing
white in the darkness.
This language he spoke would send mortals and non demons into a sudden trance, causing them to be very sensitive to sound, but it would always quickly wash away like nothing had happened only leaving the memory of the feeling.
Apollyon and Ephraim now stood in Apollyon's expanse, it was a large forest, the sky above the trees was grey and cloudy. Ravens and crows flew through the branches and in the sky, but no other signs of normal life were visible. The shadows on the ground and in the trees whispered dark thoughts and giggled like children. Overall this place was horrible, nothing felt quite right.
Jael had placed the box of drinks that the bartender had gifted Mercy in a magical container of sorts. It was about the size of a marble and could hold continents from small to big. Everything except living beings, that breathed.
"Remember, don't leave my side," Jael reminded them.
Mercy had accompanied Jael a few other times when he traveled to Apollyon's expanse.
As they stepped they were drowned in the darkness that Apollyon had gone through then with another few steps they were in the forest.
This place gave even Jael shivers, the fact that the rules here were made by Apollyon and that the demon himself saw this as the most fit place to live. Jael's expanse/domain wasn't great either but it wasn't so dark or lacked in normal life.
Mercy nodded. Despite the funny feeling in their head, they knew one thing. Don't do anything dumb in Apollyon's expanse.
Even so, Mercy's definition of dumb wasn't the same as Jael's.
A bit louder than a whisper, she said, "This place is horrible. And it smells." When she thought she heard something giggle, she turned her head and asked, "Who the hell are you laughing at?"
As Mercy followed Jael, they felt their heart race. This world was always so terrible, so off putting. To cope with the situation she hummed a human nursery rhyme, willing her thoughts to dissipate. They cursed themself for wearing so much black. They were blending in a little too well and Mercy was so anxious they were beginning to wonder where their body even started and ended. She walked a little closer to Jael after that.
Ephraim's footsteps were small but quick. The small heels on his shoes made a satisfying clicking sound with each step he took. Ephraim's hair flowed behind him like a waterfall, barely brushing the floor.
His bright blue eyes watched Apollyon as he spoke, opening the expanse. He felt a tad bit dizzy, but that only lasted a moment. Ephraim looked around at the dark forest. "How interesting," he sighed. "So, you said you were meeting someone. Who might that be? And why invite someone of my status?" he asked, spreading his wings out and leaning on his hand.
Apollyon moved silently, his bare feet not making a sound on the leafy floor of the forest.
"Another demon, by the name of Jael," he answered.
Everyone had those people that simply rubbed you the wrong way and you couldn't stand talking to or being even close to, as their mere presence made you twitch. For Apollyon, that person was Jael, he had no idea why other then maybe it was the fact Jael was one of the few demons that he couldn't threaten with death.
"Why invite you? I don't trust you," Apollyon replied brutally.
He didn't plan on avoiding the question, and would answer the question as he felt required in this case that was straight forward and clear. Not vague, which could allow loop holes to be made or used.
"Apollyon made his expanse to strike fear, and to deter demons and mortals," "While he has a palace, his expanse his is personal home, under his rules and guarding," he explained.
Jael didn't like the place either, sure that demon couldn't kill him, but that certainly didn't stop him from fearing him and his abilities slightly. The same feelings were thought and felt by Apollyon about Jael. A mutual feeling between them.
"Don't encourage them," Jael told Mercy.
Jael's white skin, and short hair made him stand out in all the darkness, this was possibly one of the few good parts of his appearance. In this form at least, and not his demon appearance.
"Yeah, yeah. Besides, it's not like I'm scared. Or deterred. Or anything. I'm not a scaredy cat," Mercy grumbled, shaking off the goosebumps and creepy crawlies.
Instead of following Jael's wide advice, she stuck her tongue out at the darkness. They hoped whatever was in there was offended.
Voices were heard before them and Mercy pulled ahead at the sound. "Life! Existence!" they cried. Even if it was a super terrifying demon king, it was better than the lonely darkness. And the whispers of the forest were growing annoyed at her.
They came to Apollyon and some weird angel freak. "Well, hi. Didn't know there'd be a white-winged buzzkill here," Mercy said before she could think.
"How upsetting. I don't trust you either though, so I guess that'd make us even." Ephraim laughed. He knew he should be careful around Apollyon as he ruled the underworld, but Ephraim was powerful. He's extremely talented with his wings and arms, despite his ability being something quite worthless to him.
Ephraim turned to face Mercy and Jael when they arrived. "Buzzkill? How rude," Ephraim crossed his arms and smiled cruelly. "Didn't your parents teach you not to judge a book by its cover? That's the first thing I taught my children." Ephraim prepared to give Mercy a long lecture on how appearance shouldn't matter and how she needed to be more respectful. Thankfully, he managed to calm down.
"You must be Jael, right? The name sounds masculine, and you appear to be more masculine than her. Am I correct?" Ephraim asked. "Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you two. I am Ephraim Vespertine, a well-known priest from the heavens."
"Perhaps," was the only response he had.
He didn't see why this man was laughing, what was so funny? In his eyes this was anything but that, mind you this man clearly wasn't the usual heavenly creature he appeared to be.
Apollyon looked at the pair, goodness, Mercy was her normal self and Jael looked... gloomier then normal.
The demon stood quietly, watching the interaction, he could already see the blood lust in Jael's eyes as Ephraim spoke to Mercy. He had always been oddly protective of her, perhaps their relationship was unbeknownst to them something a little more.
He walked up to Jael, standing in front of Ephraim, the two facing each other. Both shifting at the same moment, into pure demon form. Apollyon two inches taller then the other demon.
Jael watched the shadows that the voices belonged to scurry off into the forest. He would have rather eaten them to make himself stronger, but that wasn't an option now that they had run away.
He snickered slightly at her common about the winged man.
As Ephraim spoke back to Mercy, Jael could feel his teeth grind, he hated this guy already. He hoped Apollyon knew what he was doing with his strange choice in company, what was he even doing here?
"I am," "And no one asked," he replied, with a sneer.
When Apollyon walked up to him the two standing nearly face to face, he didn't back down from shifting. Two fully pure demons now standing in the clearing where the four were gathered. Both reeked of death and power, equally matched in strength that other demons would run from or simply bow to.
"Parents?" Mercy choked out, giggles in their throat. "That's just a human concept!" This was all too funny. Maybe the alcohol amplified it.
"Uh . . HER? Excuse me EpHurAmE VeSpeRBUZZKILL the most fAMOOS pREeSt known EVER, but I'm actually not even a full girl. Any brains up in there?" Mercy asked, tapping her skull. They weren't usually so mean about that thing, understanding they appeared fully female at a glance, but it was funny to mess with this guy. They turned to Jael, pointing at him. "This guy gets it. He sees your true colors, Buzzkill Man." Already Mercy had forgotten Ephraim's name, so they'd opt for Buzzkill.
She wanted to ask Apollyon why he'd ever let a priest down here, but he was probably planning on killing him so it didn't really matter. To her, Buzzkill/Ephraim didn't pose much of a threat.
"Woah, cool the testosterone, boys," Mercy said, stumbling in between the two demons. "I know you guys are, like, fighting for dominance or whatever, but why can't we just hug it out?" she said with a smirk. Yep, Mercy was drunk. She opened her arms wide. "C'mooon! Bring it innnn! Apollyon, I know there's a secret softie in there. Bet you have a childhood stuffie somewhere in this place that you cuddle whenever you're scared."
It was clear Mercy had forgotten social cues. And the great power King Apollyon held.
"Not a full girl? So you're one of those. My son is like that too. I'll be praying for you," Ephraim smiled. "Oh Lord, please guide this lost lamb back to your realm. Make her holy..."
After Ephraim finished praying, he turned to Apollyon. "So, why have we met with these sinners?" Ephraim hated being in the dark, especially in this unholy realm.
He observed the scenery and began to wonder what his family was doing up in the heavens. Marlowe would likely be reading a book or baking something, Edith would be taking her fencing classes right about now and Adley... Adley would probably be hanging out with that male butterfly. Ephraim never understood why Adley cared about that butterfly so much.
"Why is the girl so... drunk?" Ephraim asked, keeping an eye on Mercy to make sure she doesn't do anything dangerous. Ephraim didn't care about Mercy's safety, he was just making sure Mercy wouldn't end up killing him.
(lol, my character, that's his middle child or youngest, completely forgotten)
Apollyon stood there, he turned to Ephraim,
"None of your pitiful prayer, in my expanse," he told the angel.
The fact that he'd brought this angel here, was something he wished he hadn't done, could angels survive decapitation. Maybe it would be a good time to find out.
"I have met them, to check up on our work in the mortal realm," he stated. "If you wish to interfere with that, I know a demon would would love to rid both the mortal and immortal domains of your presence," he adds.
He looked over to Jael, who nodded, a grinned slightly. While he hated Jael, he was a good demon to talk with when it involved killing.
"I ask that you don't anger my fellow demons," he tells Ephraim, placed a firm hand on the angel's shoulder.
Six white eyes, stared into the angel, tendrils of black fog surrounding him. His nails dug into his shoulder,
"Remember, this is my domain, the rules here have been created by me," he said, releasing Ephraim, and direction his attention back to Jael.
Jael stood quietly, and as the angel spoke he could only image what color of blood this creature would have, and if it would taste good on the tongue. He could already imagine this angel kneeling in front of him, and he ripped him limb from limb, and torn out every organ then throwing them into the fire of the underworld. A satisfying train of thought.
When Apollyon backed down first to speak with the angel, he stood a little straighter, proudly. He moved Mercy away, and bent down to their level. His demonic form looking at her,
"If we get to kill him, don't hold back," he told them.
He stood back up, and turned, when he could feel Apollyon addressing him. When he heard that he would have the right to kill this creature possibly he visibly showed excitement, the type that would send shivers down spines.
♥ meg ♥ wrote: " (lol, my character, that's his middle child or youngest, completely forgotten)"(eeeexactly the poor kid)
(XD, looking at his character profile now, he is such a sad kid, can't stand his own appearance, asexual because he doesn't think he deserves love, selectively mute) (and more)
Mercy glared at Ephraim. A lot of mortals reacted this way, usually not in the Underworld, although they had grown accustomed to odd looks. Still, this was quite nasty. Buzzkill was an accurate name. "Jay, hold me back if I attack him," Mercy mumbled, planting their feet on the ground. They were pretty sure they could beat him up if they caught him off guard, but she had enough sense not to do that in front of Apollyon. Or at least to try not to.
Apollyon's words comforted Mercy, oddly enough. Even if Buzzkill's words were just words, it made them feel alienated enough, something they tried to not think about. Even if he simply hated the guy for being annoying and that was his only motive for speaking, it was nice.
Her eyes lit up. "Really? REALLY?" Mercy jumped up and down. Most kills were boring, just random people. Every once in a while, though, there was a really, really fun kill! Oh, how they'd relish tearing Buzzkill apart. Of course, that was only if they got to kill him, but Apollyon was a cruel man. Why wouldn't he kill him? "I could kiss you. This is going to be the best." The words came out casually, but Mercy realized how weird that sounded. And how weird it made them feel. She pretended to be playing with her hair and turned away, trying to hide the heat the warmed her cheeks.
"Kill me? That's not very nice," he frowned, crossing his arms. Ephraim didn't plan on dying anytime soon. "I can fight, you know. I'm not helpless."
To Ephraim, Apollyon digging his nails into Ephraim's shoulder felt no different than getting a flu shot. "I'll only anger them if they bother me. I've never been a violent person. I am an angel after all~," he smiled.
Ephraim smiled softly, listening to the demons talk. He leaned over to Apollyon. "Are they dating?" he asked quietly.
Stepping forwards, Ephraim held his arms out and smiled. "Now now, let's not be so violent towards me because I'm an angel," he said calmly. "That's like racism, and I know you all wouldn't stoop to that level of low."
"Perhaps, but in my expanse, you are weaker," Apollyon commented.
Once letting go of the angel, Ephraim, Apollyon looked around the forest around them had come to life. Not real life, just smaller and weaker demons watching an waiting for the remnants of a fight to feed on.
"From what I see," "You aren't the purest as you heavenly folk say."
Allowing the two other demons to speak, Apollyon knew the only reason that they had met was because he'd told Jael he would be forced into eternal containment, or would find someone to bond with so that he wouldn't kill all other demons.
"No," "Not that I know of," he replied, not quietly either.
Jael's long black tail swished from side to side, the black leaves that covered the ground were either tossed up or pushed to the side. He licked the white teeth that filled his mouth, with a long fleshy tongue.
"Hmmm," "And such homophobic tendencies are just as low, Ephraim."
Jael wanted this angel to know he wasn't the dominant one here, and that it was him, when it fact it was more so Apollyon. He decided to try throwing a jab of a comment.
"You said your son, is similar to Mercy," "You must be a terrible father, we demons don't have parents, but ours together would very possibly be better then you."
Mercy was so annoyed that this guy thought he could say whatever. They seemingly forgot that they had said a lot of outlandish or rude things in this place, too.
"Yeah. If that's the case, come and fight me," Mercy said, sticking their tongue out at Buzzkill.
She didn't hear what Buzzkill had asked, but did hear Apollyon's answer. They furrowed their brows, but it wasn't worth asking what had been exchanged between the two.
Mercy nodded and added, "Yeah. I'd be the best mother ever. Can you see it? I'd be responsible and would totally even devote myself to my child even if it got boring at times." That was so obviously not true than even they laughed at this. "But, anyways, are you and Apollyon going to fight or what? I was kinda anticipating that but it seems like we're ganging up on this random guy and I'm not even sure if we're going to kill him or noooooot," she whined.
Ephraim crossed his arms and glared at the three of them. "My son is similar to Mercy. Just... more pathetic. He associates with a butterfly child. It's disgusting. Those two- are disgusting. I'm fixing him though. Slowly but surely. My daughter has already shown him what loving a woman feels like. She's shown him every little part. She didn't want to, but I promised I wouldn't hurt her the rest of the week if she showed him. My son knows exactly what it feels like." Ephraim grinned. "Some may call it sick, I call it education and reformation." he laughed.
Ephraim frowned. "I have no intention of dying today. I can tell when I'm not wanted," he said, crossing his arms and turning his back to the trio, his long hair hitting them all as he made his sharp turn. He was hoping there'd be a door for him to dramatically pull open, strut into and slam shut behind him to get out of the domain, but that wasn't happening. He sheepishly turned to Apollyon. "Hey uh, is there a way out? A door or something?"
((ALICE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU PLEASE YOU CAN COME TO MY HOUSE ANYTIME YOU LIKE HJEBHVEBFHREH))
Apollyon wasn't entirely part of this conversation, he kept his arms crossed, watching and overseeing. If things got out of hand, he would happily interfere, but otherwise this simple banter wasn't all that important to him. Overall, he wished had had used a curse to send Ephraim back to where he had come from.
Has he listened to this angel preach about his children, his brows furrowed, from his knowledge after taking a few moments to think. Didn't this man have three children? High ranked demons, such as himself had access to this information, so he certainly remembered there being three.
"Don't you have three children?" Apollyon inquired, after he'd finished the explanation of education and change of his kids.
As a flash of white hair swished at his face, his held up a sharp nailed hand the hair cut before it hit him. Looking at this man, he shifted his weight to his right side,
"Not unless I create one," "And you won't be leaving till I give you permission," he states.
"We could give you a good facial reformation," Jael mumbled.
He gave the creatures face a good look, mentally deciding where his eyes could fit if he tore them out and stitched them back on. Maybe giving him back his eyes was too merciful, Jael didn't feel entirely merciful at the moment. Did this man even deserve his teeth? It would be fun to keep them if Apollyon allowed it.
"Shouldn't have shown up then," he replied to the comment.
Jael's tail quickly moved to block the hair that moved towards him blocking it for the most part but getting hit ever so slightly. Enough to irritate him.
Mercy gagged. "Dude, you're so fucked up . . ," she said, looking away. Part of them wanted to meet his child and tell them it was okay, that she'd make sure this man never saw the light of the Heavens again. Mercy had always known the Heavens wasn't as perfect as it seemed. They were always so uptight, the status quo for entering far too high a bar for a normal person to enter. Mercy knew she was good at heart, even if she wasn't perfect. That was all she needed.
"Ooh, who's Mr. Tough Guy now, huh?" Mercy said when Buzzkill tried to leave, sticking out her tongue at him. "Seems like he needs some plastic surgery," they loudly whispered to Jael.
Ephraim laughed. "I'd rather not have another man touch my face," he said, looking at Jael. Turning to Apollyon, Ephraim paused. "I have three? You sure about that?" he asked (lmao).
"I just don't see the point in conversing with idiots like you three. Now, I'd appreciate it if you let me leave, seeing as this conversation is going nowhere." Ephraim groaned and tuned his back to the three.
("i'd rather not have another man touch my face"
astrophel be like:)
